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Lights and the end of tunnels

The light at the end of my tunnel was merely a lamp plugged into the wall; sitting juxtaposed on the hard cement floor. I took a seat next to it, letting my skin absorb it's small cloud of light. In my head I knew that eventually this lightbulb would burn out, and leave me in the dark. But it was a reminder of how good it felt to feel light on my skin...so I stood up, and I kept walking...

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Date: 11/29/2016 11:08:00 AM
I love scenes like this. Nicely done, Tricia. Some people are lights against the darkness, though they too may someday burn out. And we can't always depend on others for the light.
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