My baby is heading off to celebrate her last night of summer. Tomorrow is Labor Day. Summer ends in a smoky, steamy, summer eve in an arcane human ritual known as the bonfire.
I didn't even attempt to say no. Her father did... however, it wasn't strong and we make choices.
Fire brought us to where we are and it is part of those rituals of passing.
I kind of wish we were in Finland... talk about bonfires. But, yeah, they were on midsummer!
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