Owl Walks & Summer Talks
Owl Walks
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Of Smoke
A
candle
. A
candle
, its flame swaying hypnotically like a
snake
poised to strike.
A lone
scarecrow
like candle
on a table doomed to smolder down until only
holes
remain. Smoke curls up, the candles only companion and
friend
in the void of life.
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