Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Appreciating the oil lamp’s dramatic solo



February 12, 2025
Time: 10:13 PM


When I look at an oil lamp, I don’t just see it—I feel it. A pocket-sized star, trying to be all dramatic with its glow. The flame is alive, with no past, no future. It’s nailing the now like it’s the only thing on its to-do list. It draws me in. That’s why I feel light.✨🌟🌙



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