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an ember on a pile of burnt coals can’t help but feel engulfed by darkness if only it could adopt the perspective of the fingers, frozen, nearby - resting on the bones of a ribcage of an icy body; akin to its own that it would see its reality with clarity for those people: that ember is hope in the face of an empty matchbox;   it will keep them warm. that ember is a promise of light. just as it did before it will burn bright once more and not only will it shine but it will burn through the darkness for all those other broken coals
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
to those consumed with darkness
an ember on a pile of burnt coals can’t help but feel engulfed by darkness if only it could adopt the perspective of the fingers, frozen, nearby - resting on the bones of a ribcage of an icy body; akin to its own that it would see its reality with clarity for those people: that ember is hope in the face of an empty matchbox;   it will keep them warm. that ember is a promise of light. just as it did before it will burn bright once more and not only will it shine but it will burn through the darkness for all those other broken coals
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
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