Remember the Mamas and the Papas? "Monday, Monday"? The lyrics claimed the lyricist couldn't stand Mondays. I like Mondays. They're new. They're fresh. They're a new beginning of unlimited potential.
Candles are like that. I love pouring the wax, allowing it to harden, and taking it out of the mold to discover.... well, whatever comes out. Sometimes the result is great. Other times, well...
the result...
is ugly. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY ugly. But I still love it. I created it.
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