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The fire snapped and crackled sending a shimmering cloud like display of fine exuberant sparks upwards in sharp but attuned contrast to the mesmerising slow motion swaying of the blue tinged warm orange glow of the flame dance. Neither of them had spoken as they sat snuggled up on the couch. They didn’t need to as the warm comfort of their bodies enveloped and encompassed all that needed to be said, so when she did, it was so gentle it was almost as though it was only a thought, “It’s crazy how the fire kind of like lives within and...

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Warm, impulsive energy had once again drawn a group of family and friends together. The kids burning up an endless supply of calories as they scorched around the garden in youthful brilliance, freedom and inventiveness. The moms preparing salads and sides with a glass of jubilant wine always within arm’s length while the guys gathered around the new born fire sliding down a few ice cold, thirst quenching golden lagers while debating matter of the day with humorous vigor and opinionated authority. Jays thoughts drifted as he lost himself within the mesmerizingly melodic sights and sounds of the flame dance....

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The flames danced in the cool night air. It was dark and the warm orange glow gave just enough light to make out the figures around the fire. It had been a long day hiking through the forest, and it was nice to just sit and enjoy the quiet with a glass of sav. The only sound was that of the fire crackling as it consumed the dry branches. Growing in intensity the flames now a brighter orange with a touch of blue were throwing off tiny sparks that flew like fireflies into the dark surrounds. Coals were strategically placed, and...

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The three sat in the echoing stillness of the late evening. Most of the creatures of the land had already snuggled down in their liars for the night, but for those of the deep – this was prime feeding time. Jay, Bee and Jenny were literally vibrating with primeval anticipation, their inner ears, body hairs and inexplicable instinctive energies tuned into every twitch of the rod tip, click of the reel and glint imparted by the water, all while simultaneously miles away with their thoughts as they gazed into the fire – transfixed by not only the golden richness dancing to...

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