This little deer is over the folly, and needs to find thumper. The candle has been burning from both ends for too long. I blow one end out, and sit the candle upright in its own wax. Old flame. The deer uses the old flame to walk around las canas, hollow still eyes looking out. No idea, no I deer, the candle is out. But I checked in, a curlicue of extinguished smoke floats up into the rafters. He’s still here and there is still more matches.