The Sunday Whirl

Sparks rising to the sky from the ring of coal heats in the fire pit act like magic to rekindle spontaneous utterances–memories of previous legendary nights like this. We dress in soft flannel blankets bringing far forgotten thoughts into the present. Even in future, these gatherings will continue, renewing our faith in each other as a family.

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