A boy sits by a campfire,
The fire is burning low,
Ashes all around.
The fire does not warm,
The fire barely lights.
The boys heart is hot,
Warmed by memory of its grandeur,
Enchanted by its image in his mind,
Unafraid to venture the wood,
Leaving only once the flame has extinguished.
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Mt. Sensan-Ghi
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories interwoven in a larger narrative that served as a way for me to work through burnout. The tale of Estavir is a metaphorical dive into my burned out mind as he searches for deeper meaning and climbs Mt. Sensan...
