Fire

The wood is chopped and the fire is lit. The conversation flows so easily around the warm glow. Rosy cheeks as our bones heat up. Pumpkin soup and crusty sourdough bread. Saturday night. No talk of diabetes. Laughter and silly stories. That perfect moment in the middle of the weekend.

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