Upon this cool and quite night, I invite you to my simple fire. Here we sit awaiting for sleep while listening to tales of old. Of the days not far gone, when friends became few. Our adventures still continued their paths though we were but few. Then days much older and when we were in our prime, the friends and companions we had, and the tales spread across the land. Let not it be said that we slacked or were complacent, but let it be said that our exploits rivaled our hearts, in caring for our friends. The past is behind us, and though it is part of us. We learn and grow, inspired despite it. As you may drift, into sleeps warm realm, just remember that always a fire will be here. For when you are cold, and lonely in this world, tales will be told here and adventures unfold.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 05:01:00 +0000
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