There is nothing I like more, especially when I'm feeling hollowed and hazy, than sitting and gazing at a fire. Strangely as I sat there, some words kept spinning around my head. You know what its like when you get a song stuck in your head..well it was "your serpentine tounge laps like water". I can feel inspiration for some absract feiry piece bubbling up. Hopefully it'll surface one day.
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