
The Flame and the MatchThe Flame and the MatchThe Flame and the Match3 years ago in Fable Me This
Soft as light, but as searing and torturous as love can be, the still yellow flame stumbled quietly upon her wick.
And taking note, a small matchstick leapt from his box, with no particular understanding as to why. Instead he only felt the warmth and the beauty of the small creature, of some long-sought potential that had welled up inside him, so brilliant piece of himself he had never felt before.
"Love, my dearest, we've never met," said the match, "but I must say, you are nothing if you are not gorgeous."
And the timid flame blushed, and crawled lower upon her small pedestal. "Thank you. Oh, thank you! I've want
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