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Man, these digital cameras are so deceptive. There was a ton of smoke everywhere, but it doesn't show up here. It was in everyone's eyes, and it followed us everywhere, no matter where we sat. And there were a ton of people sitting around the campfire, shoulder to shoulder, telling stories and gorging on a never ending stream of expertly crafted s'mores. You know, the kind where Sean lights the whole darn marshmallow on fire, but you don't notice because Amy warmed the chocolate segments by the fire, and so it became... well you know, there's nothing better than a s'more. Especially when you eat one with your eyes tightly sealed against the invisible smoke.