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Candle flame, burning in her hand. Maybe it would set light to the tips of her hair, hanging down so close, so close to its beautiful, entrancing flame. Maybe she wanted it to. The churchyard was so cold, and so peaceful, despite the many others who had gathered there. Maybe she wanted to make a spectacle of herself. She felt bad about using the vigil for attention-seeking, but there you were.
Candle flame, burning in her hand. Maybe it would set light to the tips of her hair, hanging down so close, so close to its beautiful, entrancing flame. Maybe she wanted it to. The churchyard was so cold, and so peaceful, despite the many others who had gathered there. Maybe she wanted to make a spectacle of herself. She felt bad about using the vigil for attention-seeking, but there you were.
