Coming to this community to share reflections is more than just showcasing the beauty of duality on a surface. Behind the images and effects lie many of our secrets and longings.
Here is the link to the Reflection Hunters Contest - Round 246 so you don't miss the opportunity.
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The Reflections of My Childhood
One of the indelible memories I have carried with me since forever is of my mother saying her prayers by the light of a candle. Our childish curiosity made us a bit restless, but she never interrupted her prayers. She would just look at us intently while moving her lips and making the sign of the cross.
The candle flame danced for us,creating an alphabet of light and shadow. Its flickering was an intimate language we yearned to decipher. Every crackle seemed like a syllable. We loved its oscillation and would sometimes blow in its direction.
These reflections bring back to me the smell of paraffin or natural wax, an esoteric world, and the embrace of our mother in a plea as enduring as that light.
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