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Campfire
After they'd said good night to the night owls, the forest faeries returned to the woods. Before long, they spied a campfire through the black leaves.
How wonderful it was to watch Ansuz's siblings dance among the campfire sparks. They swirled gracefully in and out and all around. Ansuz wanted to dance like that, and knew that it would just be a matter of time and practice. |
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