Letting Life Lead
Maia dropped twenty-two candles onto the scale.
“You alone lit but one on your candelabra. Why?”
“Teacher, you said the caves represent our future and candle weights our fortitude. I needed only one — the year I’ve not lived — to light a torch.”
...in which I share all the writing. And you will love it, dammit.
Try. Try again.
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