On the things that come out at midnight

[vilyasage]

...and she took that hope in her hands and poured it carefully into a smoked-glass jar. Not clear glass so the sun from the window didn't expose it, fade it like so many cut-paper flowers taped to the panes. Not an opaque bottle, because hope needed light to survive, like plants did. The hope sat in the jar with the lid on tight, light filtering

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[arivess]

S'pretty...