“R-r-atch! how it sputtered and burned! It was a warm bright flame, like a little candle when she held her hands over it; it was a wonderful little light!  It really seemed to the little girl as if she sat before a great polished stove, with bright brass feet and a brass cover.  How the fire burned! how comfortable it was! but the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burned match in her hand.”
—  The Little Match Girl, Hans Christian Anderson

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