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The Woodstock Poems: Candlestock

How does a writer sit alone for hours? Sometimes I light a candle for comfort. Choosing a new one at Candlestock is like choosing a new friend. Candlestock Consolation’s own pilot light. An altar for a single pure thought. Night … Continue reading

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