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Candle

There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. A soft breeze rustles by it- but you will it to flicker.


There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. A pair of chapped lips blows against it- but you will the flame to falter.


There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. A piece of paper drifts by- but you choose to set the paper aflame.


There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. Rain falls- but only you can douse the flame.


There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. The light dims- but only you can brighten it.


There is a candle. On a simple wooden table you create. And only you can snuff it out.




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