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The striking of the match illuminated a flicker of connection within her. Read more

The compass needle spun, pointing to a past that now felt impossibly Read more

The old jacket, worn thin with age, offered little in the way Read more

A single match could illuminate so much, a tiny spark of hope Read more

The word ‘Woods’ echoed as a faraway memory, a place of isolation Read more

The ‘First Snow’ fell, delicate and silent, a backdrop to a time Read more

The crackling campfire offered little comfort this evening. My thoughts drifted to Read more