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Monday, November 22, 2010
candle in fall
(for my peace of mind, blow out the candles when they're unattended)
(yes mother, leaning over and breathing in and a lock of hair is in the way and) it's not quite the same color as the flame, and that fits, because Fire is the Summer and the Sun, warm and Life Quickening, and the the hair is the same color as the leaves falling outside, chilled and dieing, and the Moon is waning, and the Darkest Night coming quick will be even darker than usual, and (quickly brushed aside with a huff, another breath, and a curling wisp of smoke is all that's left) and that's just perfect for this child of woe.
(yes mother, leaning over and breathing in and a lock of hair is in the way and) it's not quite the same color as the flame, and that fits, because Fire is the Summer and the Sun, warm and Life Quickening, and the the hair is the same color as the leaves falling outside, chilled and dieing, and the Moon is waning, and the Darkest Night coming quick will be even darker than usual, and (quickly brushed aside with a huff, another breath, and a curling wisp of smoke is all that's left) and that's just perfect for this child of woe.
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