Lamplight

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There is nothing so comforting as the quiet glow of the lamplight,

On a night stand while the world outside is asleep,

It is a warm presence; not too bright and not too dim,

But the exact disposition of light to calm hurried thoughts at the end of the day;

A beacon guiding souls to distant lands hidden between the lines of a bedtime story,

During the day’s earliest and latest hours it is a reminder that you are never truly alone.

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