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Aug 2019
It’s 6 am and the candle I turned on last night still flickers. A flame so strong it alone can cause a forest fire yet somehow a single breath of air that escapes from your lips manages to make it tremble and shake, the flame grows weak yet still shines enough light to help me see through the night.
Written by
Leslie Castaneda
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   Bogdan Dragos
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