Lost at sea

The candle waited in the window, the pathway manicured, she waited for him to find his way back home. Day’s, weeks, month, turning into years, the flickering light was all that warmed her soul. She took her hope to her grave, never giving up faith that her light would beam the brightest.

A.J. Luna

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