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The Electric Candle

The electric candle flickers its soft amber light, it is a beacon in the middle of the night. The tortoise- shell cat is curled into itself to sleep, its bed a pile of dark red pillows for its dreams to keep. Today there was the urgent flutter of lemon yellow leaves, as they fell through the warm Fall wind through the branches of the trees. A man in his early eighties sat with his daughter on the walnut park bench, His talk of the homemade marinara sauce he will buy on the way home for lunch...

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