fire

republished from last week:

Sometimes we light a fire out back, and someone always brings marshmallows. We find long sticks and poke them on, hold them over the orange flames. Two or three of us lose our marshmallows into the abyss; but at least one pair of hands is sugary and sticky by the time the flames burn the logs into embers.

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