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A spent match, like a spent man, is an object of some melancholy: drained, ashen, not sure it has any more of itself to give. But—like a man—what it has given, in its brief lifetime, could last forever. Of course the match can no more be consoled by this thought than can the tree from which it was cut. The man, on the other hand, is another story.
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