He was the light of her life. When that flame burnt out, he abandoned her in her darkest hour, frightened and alone. At the end of the day, she found her light within.
Light your own fire
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
He was the light of her life. When that flame burnt out, he abandoned her in her darkest hour, frightened and alone. At the end of the day, she found her light within.
Thin spiral notebook 
lovely poetic use of the prompt
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Beautifully written.
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Wherever the light burns, it should always burn within! Nice one, Tara.
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Yes,best to grow one’s own garden instead of depending on someone else bring one flowers/to light one’s fire-so beautifully said,loved it Tara:-)
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This is great and that picture is stunning.
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This is definitely a keeper. A good piece. http://annbennett2.blogspot.com
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simply beautiful
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I loved this, because at the end of the day, she discovered what was most important after all! Well done!!
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I like how you brought us from despair to hope, all in 33 words.
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Great story with perfect idioms.
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