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 StoryFollow Estavir, an analogue for my psyche as he goes on a metaphorical journey, a climb up Mt.Sensan-Ghi. This book and its running narrative as well as other short stories were created as a way for me to work through my burnout. This is my first pu...
