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the cold without the warm
light inside the darkness that it needs yeah
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I’m starting the day with the question of does an old candle cast a new or old shadow?
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Intriguing question. Seriously. This could take more than a few cups of coffee and several sleepless nights.
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Really intriguing though. I’ll use it in a story at some point. The allure of how to play it out. There are my sleepless nights.😉
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I believe that a candle’s shadow is an old shadow. To me, a shadow is an extension of the object it is shadowing. 🙂
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That was my starting point. An old candle should hold fast to its place in time. But it’s new flame….must alter something about it. Like a memory warps with the passing of time.
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Is it a new flame or are we reigniting an old flame? LOL
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We’re aren’t attempting burning old bridges. I mean reigniting an old flame. I’m revising old stories. Maybe not a good idea sometimes. But the thought of an old candle and old shadows seems like a story line. I figured I would throw out the thought and see where I end up.
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Sure, I understand. Revising old stories. I’m just kidding about the old flame.
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I figured that. I think i did burn through a bridge or two. So the old flame might hit me with the candle.
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Hahahaha! I know what you mean. 😀
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