the sudden pop up of a traditional campfire song we sang many a time ... in my night slumber ... the strangest memories not just of life and years passing ... the sift thru of my lost campfire song book ... in odd circumstances
The mystical magic in the daylight hours of one off photoshops of the pixels The probability it only means I know the location, and merging of personal well known views through my take on life
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