The woman my candle burns for tonight has been in labor for 46 hours. She had studied and prepared. She is in surgery now. The birth that she wanted didn’t happen; maybe it never will. I gingerly carry the candle to my room, careful not to smother the flame. Maybe she needs it lit now more than she did before.
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