The Last Bonfire: NaBloPoMo


Maybe I have been to too many campfires and bonfires. The specialness of campfires has worn off a bit.

The last campfire that I went to was the time that I burnt all of my ex’s notes, cards and a few pictures. Whatever was in the scrapbook went into the fire. The scrapbook was donated to a friend.

It was a relief to be rid of all of that stuff.

I did not roast any marshmallows over the fire. I didn’t want to eat all of those icky relationship vibes. Plus we didn’t bring marshmallows. It could have been why I wasn’t so excited about the campfire. We’ve got to have marshmallows to make it special again.

โ€œJust a small town girl โ€“ living in a lonely world.โ€ Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.

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