My paraffinlamp

My paraffin lamp was always readily filled with oil and I knew exactly where the matchbox laid… When our side of town lost electricity, we didn’t sit in the dark. My siblings gathered around me even our next-door neighbors’ kids. They sat patiently waiting for the day’s story. “tell us a story about a Princess ” and I would tell it like I was born to tell stories.

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