The Olympic flame roared into being in less than an instant, so it seemed.
The Christmas greens rather refused to give themselves up so readily.
The difference was, perhaps, a matter of...shall we say...chemistry.
Twelfth night...the twelfth day of Christmas...the burning of the greens.
1 comment:
poetic words and delightful photos. Lovely work capturing the sparks and flames -- I feel warmer just looking at it.
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