lighted tealight candle holders

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Sitting at her dining room table, She wrapped her hands around an antique teacup—her grandmother Rosie’s favorite. The air was thick with the scent of simmering sauce, fresh basil, and strong espresso. The hum of conversation filled the kitchen, stories passed down like heirlooms, each word carrying the weight of history.

Rosie had always taught her that magic wasn’t just something practiced in secrecy—it was woven into everyday life. It was in the careful selection of ingredients, the way bread was broken and shared, the quiet prayers murmured over a pot of boiling water.

But it was the candles that fascinated me most. Rosie never lit a candle without a purpose. "A candle without a purpose is just wax," Rosie would say. "But a candle with intention? That is magic."