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On today's episode: "They turned off the lights and began to sing to me. As the melody of that old, familiar tune floated into the air and my ears, I gazed at the flames and my soul lit up at the same intensity. One candle on that cake and lit into the darkness doesn’t produce near the flame of 37. With each additional candle, the brightness of the light intensifies so that the sum collective of those lit candles produces a light that is not easily put out."
By Kellye SmithOn today's episode: "They turned off the lights and began to sing to me. As the melody of that old, familiar tune floated into the air and my ears, I gazed at the flames and my soul lit up at the same intensity. One candle on that cake and lit into the darkness doesn’t produce near the flame of 37. With each additional candle, the brightness of the light intensifies so that the sum collective of those lit candles produces a light that is not easily put out."