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Votive Offering
Votive Offering
the flame was bright
it danced in the dark
the wax dribbled down
the sides of the candle
and hardened
on the slate table
we peeled it off
and placed it
in a pewter bowl
flakes of candle wax
we lit another candle
it was red
the wick was long
and the flare
from the flame
shone just as bright
as the candle
we had lit
t...
Sunday 20th November 2016 1:14 pm
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