(photo credit: elderscrolls.wikia.com)

The outline of memories hover along the periphery of the flames
like an image on the eyes after looking at the sun.

Will-o-the-wisps chase each other in circles,
dream sparks rising high in the night sky.

A little girl in her tree house eats fresh strawberries sweet and plump.
Lips and fingers stained red mark the pages of her book
as she reads perched amongst swaying aspens.

A coyote howls. A quick staccato yip, yip, yip
is followed by a long, drawn out oooo-eeee.
From far across the field another answers.

The little girl wavers then disappears.

A series of pops and sizzles from logs in the fire
insist on attention.

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