Candles

A man told me, “We are like candles.”  He held a tall orange one and said, “We are just the wick, a portion. We burn through the wax, down to ember.”

Candles have a memory.  The first burn determines all the rest.  It should fill the round edge with a pool of wax.  Sit with the full light, strong as it descends.

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