Running, waiting, wishing to be done with these
days when our silly little world lays burning at our feet. Mother always had
the graham crackers, marshmallows and God forbid we forget chocolate. She would
say: “On the upside, these flames are a perfect opportunity for s’mores. Would
anyone like one?”
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