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Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose) are in this journal. |
The solitary candle gleaming in the window always proves that her momentary glances at it are measuring the snowfall, watching the church steeple out so far, further than God's Country need be. The glasspanes have been kept clean and the candle has no other better place. It's garnered wreath about the base gives it that touch of a Thorny Crown. For clearer reasons it dances in the light well. When it's Christmas Eve it's Advent season. She can now return on her own from the sea to grip the cold knowing that the snowbird eyes her passage to the candle with measured caution. Winner in Finals, Slam '02 |