The shadows on the wall, were looking like they were growing.
The darkness, is still lingering. My light comes from candles.
I made them, before everything went very bright. I trade them for food and water, when my supplies start to dwindle. They are in the shape of mushrooms. I paint them with food coloring.
Now, if we could just make our own matches ....
Speaking of matches, I have so many match books ... I only use one or two matches a day. Need to conserve. Never know, when the light, will come back...
And you thought that this, would be all about the strange girl, who wanted to help me ... well, it's about matches and candles, something that you can never have enough of. Except for me, of course :)
Oh, and about that strange girl. I just wanted someone to tell me, that I will be okay, and she could not :(
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