I love campfires. With a few people, bullshitting, drinking, smoking. Just hanging out in a beautiful remote camp in Jersey that there wouldn't be a soul around for a mile or so. Trees hanging in the dim orange glow as if they wanted in on our conversations. Rather enlightening.
I constantly feel like such an idiot. That my actions drive people I'd potentially want to further relations with. I try to have hope in some of the things I do but at this point it's hard, but I still try
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