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Wisp and the Light That Guided a Lost Boat
Wisp was the dimmest lantern at a river festival crowded with brighter ones, sure her small glow did not matter. A gentle bedtime story about feeling overshadowed, a lost boat in the fog, and the one small steady light that guided it home. For every little one who feels too small to shine.
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Among the bright lanterns, Wisp glowed so faint. Hundreds of lanterns blazed bright across the river. Wisp watched them shine, and dimmed more.
She puffed and strained to burn as bright. Her light flickered weak, drifting toward the edge. Too dim to matter, she nearly went out.
Alone past the bright cluster, shadows pressed close. Far off, thick fog swallowed a fishing boat. The bright lanterns scattered uselessly in fog.
A lost boat needed one small steady light. Wisp glowed steady and cut through fog. The boat turned, following her one small light.
Her little glow guided the way back home.
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