The story ended just as it began
Not with a bang but with the wavering
Sparks of a candle not yet ready to burn
The dying flame, staying only in
Spite of itself in the
Frigid December air
But when that candled burned,
It burned with passion and fury
And wonder never before seen by the ones
Who needed to tend to it the most
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