Mar 17, 2019

She puts her money in the slot, takes three candles, stands there, ambivalent as a prayer. Lighting them she looks at someone, only she can see. Places these unreliable flickers in the golden light of those who arrived earlier, long gone. She is beginning to believe she is not alone, daring to say something, only she can hear. Crossing herself, she leaves her light and takes it with her.
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