We could see everything and perhaps remember. And some may give the whole thing up and go back to the dark way. A path in danger from the assaults of Hell. But in the midst of a laugh and into the dimness of our little office we think of taking our memories to place in a collection of sea shells. Feeling the creeping fate and value of flames. For our dream of light is real and never to be destroyed. Our senses burning alive while every road seems blocked against us. And our demons will to stop us.
…But over the cliffs and across lighthouses does a flame ever freeze?
Hadi Atallah 
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