February 3, 2017

Inside our houses, we huddle around candles, keeping single flames alight against the draft with cupped hands and close bodies. It is so dark these days, even at red dawn, even at high noon, and we must do what we can to focus on that which is warm and bright and alive.

We know there are others like us, clusters of hope in their own quarters. We will send search parties, adding one candle at a time until we have created a flame so bright, so warm, that the darkness will skulk away, muttering and weak once more.

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