Don't forget your blankets
Campfire confessions:
I don’t think fire burns that hot.
Come feel my heart beat.
Campfire’s golden glow
Ancestral and eternal
Witness to legends
around the glow we
howl at the moon, stars bright.
the witches are out.
Campfire confessions:
I don’t think fire burns that hot.
Come feel my heart beat.
Campfire’s golden glow
Ancestral and eternal
Witness to legends
around the glow we
howl at the moon, stars bright.
the witches are out.