All The Candles Are Passing Out, One By One. They Have Evaporated Their Brightness, Overpowered Limpid Cracks In Their Own Flames, Seized The Outpouring Air With Hesitant Breath To Brave A Flicker Of New Hearth While Knocking Holes Against The Warm Men Decorating Fireside Shade.
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