It was a bitter cold night, the kind of night that steals your very breath away. The girl pictured herself strolling along the ocean with the roasting sand sifting between her toes. As she carried herself beside the shore, the waves began to crash against her feet. The sun escaped quickly below the clouds as the light threw back colors in the sky. She closed her eyes and grabbed hold of what was left of the warmth that was scurrying from her. The darkness swallowed the sky and the stars came swiftly to the rescue. She could hear her lover calling for her and she became completely lovesick.
The girl noticed a beautiful flame a distance away and longed for its warmth. She headed in that direction and could hardly lift her feet as she carried a yoke of emptiness and sorrow on her shoulders. She began to grieve and was taken aback that she had any tears left at all. Dropping to her knees, she understood that she was isolated, shivering, and had nothing left. With no courage to put down the yoke, she struggled to her feet and continued walking towards the flame. Each step became more difficult as she pulled her feet from the sand.
The flame held her eyes in place as she encountered a stirring inside of her. The beads of salt poured down her face and vanished into the darkness. The weariness clothed her and was present all over her face. She struggled to collect herself as she drew closer. The single flame transformed into a consuming fire. She savored the heat and at last entered into its presence. She released the yoke into the fire and fell to her knees. She took a deep breath and sighed with relief. As she felt the fire burning, the heat dried up her tears. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in the warmth of her lover’s arms.
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