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Spilling Over 2

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Silly little me didn't test the temperature of the wax first. This candle happens to burn rather hot. So spilling it onto the palm of my hand did indeed sting. But I got the shots :)
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Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS REBEL T3
Shutter Speed
1/21 second
Aperture
F/5.6
Focal Length
35 mm
ISO Speed
500
Date Taken
Nov 23, 2012, 5:53:34 PM
Lens
EF-S18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 IS II
Sensor Size
22mm
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Here is a possible backstory:

I hold a candle in my palm, a humble white candle that by it's self shuld mean nothing mroe than that....
I let the gentle weight of it rest in my palm, a weight that I know the parasite flame will eventually render only a memory....
I am unable to let go either because of my fascination or the possesiveness of the candle it's self....

The wax slowly but surely trickling off into my hand ensures that I can't let go for some time....
As the hot stinging gwax molds an traces it's way around my palm and to every undescovered courner of my hand the flame destracte me from the mild pain as I inspect the small pool of wax around the flame.....
Like my imprisonment from the candle as a whole the pool of wax grows to eventually overtop the candle it's self......
Either my insaity or the power of the candle leaves me to wonder, all thigns being equal what if the pool of liquide wax was as expensive as the brightness of the light......

It is often said a small candle can light up a while dark room with it's light, what if a whole room was indeed filled with liquide wax, would I even care to exscape.......
What if I was in a giant house made of was with a lighthouse flame on tope, would I try to escape as the wax melting around me dripping on me in all directions from the ceiling and walls untill it made a nice, semi-hard, warm blanket around me....

I would have some movement in the mean time but I would wait eagerly and aroused as I watched the ceiling droop lower and lower and an almost taffy-like sheet of wax, the wax on the floor would rise as where I was sunk down......
The whole wax house would slowly collaps on me not too hot but easily warm enough where for a breif few moments I could not move.....
I would be still able to breath as the house finished melting and I lay in a warm comforting pile of rubble.....
What is the wax that makes the light so powerful was as expansive as the oceans....

I wonder what that would be like ~Courtney~