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This will be a good place to rest
*Said Kari to himself as he drove down to the valley. He stopped at the dry remains of a forest, to collect some sticks, and put them in a pile. They were dry, and they burned well, but the winter didn't leave much back, and Kari hasn't warmed his bones in weeks.
He created the fireplace at the pitch of the valley, and leaned his motorbike to the huge rock nearby.
He opened his backpack, and started warming a bean conserve. The happy flames of the little fire brought warm memories to the surface. Kari started to croon an old note he heard once*
They build the fireplace
But it always burn down
There is no love
that doesn't burn out.
*Said Kari to himself as he drove down to the valley. He stopped at the dry remains of a forest, to collect some sticks, and put them in a pile. They were dry, and they burned well, but the winter didn't leave much back, and Kari hasn't warmed his bones in weeks.
He created the fireplace at the pitch of the valley, and leaned his motorbike to the huge rock nearby.
He opened his backpack, and started warming a bean conserve. The happy flames of the little fire brought warm memories to the surface. Kari started to croon an old note he heard once*
They build the fireplace
But it always burn down
There is no love
that doesn't burn out.