Slow Dancing

No matter where you are, the moon is never bigger than your thumb.

Except when you’re on the moon itself.

Reluctant laughter. Another shooting star that goes unnoticed.

One hundred tiny flames bring more light and warmth than a bonfire ever could. But four hours from now we’ll be cold again.

We’re slow dancing in a burning forest.

Stop stepping on my feet.

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