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  • A man placed a ring as old as sand, saturated with every drop of love in his heart, into a pot of golden wax. He fashioned a candle from the wax, and gave it to his love. She came into the market place one fair day, kaleidoscopic ribbons strung through her braids. He glimpsed her in a moment, and ran after her. He waited for her as long as his life. Yet even upon finding her, the time was not yet. He crushed the candle into her hand, as she begged to know why he had to leave. Why, when they had only regarded one another for a moment? Oh that there could be more.

    He told her to burn the candle. Keep the light aflame, and if she lived in a chrysalis of patience made alive by faith, no matter how long it burned, or the winds of grief that sought to extinguish it, or the lost souls who sought cover it up to linger in bitterness...she would receive a most joyous treasure. He went his way taking nothing of herself to keep his mind during the wait. He willed her strength, and laid his heart as a newborn at her feet.

    She tied a red ribbon of patient faith around her neck...a heavy embroidered fabric. She too, felt in her heart that the moment had not yet arrived that she could savor her love. But she sought him in a waiting alive with action. She sought him under streaming sun, and pearlescent moon like the underside of a million seashells washed upon the shore. His heart depended on her, and she would watch for the treasure that would most assuredly come as the wick continued to burn.
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