Fifty-Two Frames: Opposite

I cherish that moment just before a small flame dies… If you catch it just at the right moment, you watch its last breath… and then it becomes a memory.

I cannot say the same for people. Maybe that’s what makes the concept of an eternal flame so comforting.

Week 50: Opposite

One minute you’re it, next minute you’re out.

Fifty-Two Frames: Opposite

 

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