Some Fun

The candle the moth died on popped
sputtering while the corpse gradually
incinerated: typical incident of solitary
pre-dawn hours. Make of it what you will,
I have witnessed too many proverbs
in action. There are indications that
the Beast has been at the window, but I am
unconcerned, for the Light is coming. . .ah,
the spiritual life. . .

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