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The Shepherd's hut



The trees sway in the foreground as evening meets nightfall, gradually turning the sky a dusky pink.
I lie there, frightened to break the silence, wrapped in soft blankets and your arms, thinking about how much I wish to kiss you. Our fire crackles and leaves rustle in the slight rose-gold hue as birds quietly sing lullabies in their self-built homes.
Above us, stars illuminate the ever-growing navy sky and twinkle, flirting between life and death. A shooting star soars across the sky and my heart races with excitement, the last shooting star I ever recall seeing was a late night trip to the airport when I was six, heat blowing in my face and my tired eyes mustered up enough energy to look up as I stepped out of the coach door and it was gone in a blink of an eye. I've truly never lived a more fantastic moment; so peaceful and serene. I think I could live like this forever. The breeze starts to increase and you pull me closer trying to mix our body heat, I just lie there looking up at the stars and clouds in complete bliss.

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You've been fighting with fire no less than 10 minutes before it finally catches and the flames start to curl and climb up the logs. The sun starts to set leaving a vibrant peach glow across the valleys, I look up as you sit down next to me, a smug smile forms upon your face, drenched in satisfaction from finally starting the fire. I watch you as you become hypnotised by the dancing flames, the gleam in your eyes grow brighter with every passing moment and the smug smile slowly transforms into a content, peaceful one. You turn to me and ask if I'd like to put a log on the fire, before I could answer, you quickly add
"Not too big though, and not too small" I look down for a split second and you meet me with an excited grin and a log in your hand "How about this one?" you ask as I erupt into laughter.




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