LAST EDITED ON 10-26-21 AT 02:47 AM (EST)
Long ago in a small, faraway village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he hounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and firendly. As he left the House, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
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LAST EDITED ON 04-01-22 AT 00:20 AM (EST)
Candles are product of wax and a wick; we have were given our bodies, but our essence lies in our minds and souls. candles are precise of their shades, shapes and designs. our life histories and research are the backdrops of who we are, however our minds are like candle wicks, and make our passions flame. now not just like the candles in my drawer, who get used or not used counting on my whims, we manage our private thoughts, and the manner brightly we can burn or dimly we're able to shine.