Slice of Life
January 28, 2015
The sun sets as our candles are lit. Songs are sung and tears slip down people's faces behind the darkness of the shadows. It is the end. What seems like a hundred candles glow and peoples faces are illuminated. We must leave what bounded us together, and the songs continue. The younger people have gone. The air from the songs make the flames dance, all together. The last song ends and the first few candles have gone out. We do not want it to end, but the flames disappear into the night sky. It is dark.
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ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely, Haley. I love the imagery of light and darkness, mingled with the song. I have all sorts of thoughts on what was happening and can see it all so clearly.
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