Natives.
Around the campfire you congregate,. Myths and folklore you're here to celebrate,. The fire crackles it's embers fly,. Up to the stars in the darkness of the sky,. Four great logs meet in the centre,.
Dream Diary 1
~17th May~
Well, it started with me trying to get tithing playground type thing in the middle of the night for a race or something. I was the second person to get there.
Fire By The Water
Tell me a story. I won't get scared don't worry. As we are sitting near the fire. Tell me a story I could admire. The sun is going down. I wish this I could draw. The colors are many and nice.
Cowboy
The stars glimmered in the dark sky,
It was a warm night with a cool breeze that blew upon an open fire.