B is for Bonfire
A bonfire we built at the beach to keep us warm. A beacon in the dark night to guide us back from the water. We talked about ghosts and spirits, of old friends, fireflies and falling in love. The flickering orange flames danced, and the scent of burning wood made us nostalgic---we wondered out loud where the years have gone. We regretted the days we threw in bunches into the bonfire and watched them go up in fragrant smoke. In a moment of silence, we understood that this bonfire was like our life---fragile. Left alone, it would destroy the very things it meant to illuminate.
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