Rusk stared into the flames. The flames danced as if fire pixies were celebrating in the spirit of the fire. Rusk's heart sank into the yellow bright glow of the flame. It was a very tiring day. Basking in the warm heat of the camp fire made Rusk feel comfortable. Gazing at the glorious flames silenced Rusk's world. Everything slowed down. It was a feeling of peace.
A feeling of warmth that gave Rusk hope.
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