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It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts.
It was a choice of Margo's to wear her skirts in the brisk October weather.
She knew most days would bring an unfathomable chill to the atmosphere.  

She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life.
She saw strength lying beneath the olive complexion of skin.
Strength that propelled an individual to keep hacking at their day.

Swallowed under the waves
created by your deepest regrets,
you never went up for a single breath.
Tsunamis emerged from the worst parts of you,
shattering down towns nearby you.
The streets flooded with your tears,

You’re outside, deep within the vast pine forest.
The earthy aroma is unmistakably there
And you can feel the ground’s texture through the soles of your shoes.
You run through the woods feeling like the carefree child you were years ago.

Humor.
Different for everyone but all similar in one thing,
It brings a smile out of you.
A pearly white tooth smile or even a tiny grin that shows your dimples. 
Humor.
It keeps the atmosphere light and bubbly.

[Illustration by cedar for challenge, Mouse]One heavenly lit bonfire,
The flames crackling with desire.
Trees shrouded around it like a nest,
Noble firs of the northwest.
Sticks scattered across the forest floor.