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Light up the world, day 3

Some days it’s hard.

Some days, when the ignorance of previous generations tempt me to respond in anger and snide remarks.

Some days, when the frustration of those I love leaves me helpless because I can’t take away their suffering.

Some days the flame sputters.

Those days, it takes a 5 year old.

A 5 year old who gets it.

Who knows I won’t allow him to light a candle, but doesn't let that stop him. He finds a toy. And brings it. “This is for you. Mommy, you are my friend.”

And I am rekindled.

I am the light. We are the light. The darkness will be driven out.
Light up our hearts. Light up the world.

Writer of fiction, blogs and erotica. Frequency in that order. Popularity in reverse.

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