٩◔̯◔۶ Web 3.0 slept with my wife

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An early Christmas present. I have a head cold so, I can’t currently smell anything. I think they call that irony in the literary biz.

Glass candle, dark tinted. It reads: "Smells like a published author." There's a bit of smoke coming from the top of the candle jar. The jar rests on a mahogany wood surface (my desk). In the background are books, notebooks, and envelopes lined up.