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Campfire I sit by my campfire. I watch the embers burning. Memories overtake me. I see their pages turning. Like smoke upon the water they drift until tomorrow. I see the happy faces and others lined with sorrow. I can no more catch them than a wisp among the willow. The embers die to cinders. I rest upon my pillow. I let dreams overtake me in turmoil and abandon. There is no chart to guide me so I leave it to my Captain.
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