"I feel like I'm basking in the sun," I said, tilting my head back and soaking in the warmth of the campfire through my skin.
"You are," he said, with a smile hiding behind his words.
I sank into his simple statement, drinking in the implication with a sigh. The fire was sunlight, the kind stored all through the tree's long life. Every day revolved
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