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The flame from the candle in front of me is dipping and waving quickly. I feel that maybe it’s anxious about it’s impending death.  Swaying up and living voraciously, because it knows it has only a few hours left to swallow the fruits of the air that it breaths.
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
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The flame from the candle in front of me is dipping and waving quickly. I feel that maybe it’s anxious about it’s impending death.  Swaying up and living voraciously, because it knows it has only a few hours left to swallow the fruits of the air that it breaths.
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38/F/Washington
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
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