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The only thing left when the candle goes out one last time is a glimmer pretending to keep everything from turning dark.

La seule chose qui reste lorsque la bougie s’éteint une dernière fois est une lueur prétendant d’empêcher tout de s’assombrir.

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I shared the above almost nothing pic on IG yesterday, and the bots promptly reacted. I delete those comments as soon as they pop up, but really, they are the only comments I receive on IG.

While I have a sliver of your attention: could I interest you in one of my poetry books? They are no masterpieces by any means but decent and beautiful nonetheless. https://www.amazon.de/Catherine-Tricarico/e/B08SL24XYR/ref=aufs_dp_mata_mbl

I wish I could still write like that… But I am happy and proud that I was once able to do this and that I fulfilled my dream of being published. Also, the last of my releases can be found at the luxembourgish national library.

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