Fire

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I watched as the flames moved in the breeze. It was truly beautiful when you thought about it. The colors went together perfectly and it always looked like silk. It was strange how something so beautiful could be so harmful.

The wax began to make its way down and landed on the white surface. People's voices died down and they waited expectantly. Closing my eyes, I blew out the candles.

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