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Running fingers through smoke steeped hair, nothing quite trumps the sensory experience of a fall bonfire.

There’s a collective focus behind the burning eyes. Reflecting on years past, milestones ahead, or simply the moment at hand.

The concerns of many hitch a ride on fleeing embers. Inevitably the fuel and focus dissipates, and much like the embers we drift on.

Until the next spark.

Thank you Artica for providing STL with a positive outlet in a much needed time. And thank you Dakota for the green tea and whiskey.