Throughout the house candles are burning
for friends who are faced with grief.
Lacking words, I mumble incoherent prayers as I pass the flickering flames.
Light in the darkness.
Prayers amidst pain.
The fragrance of beeswax fills the air.
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this is gorgeous. and moving. you are loved.
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