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Inhale—the crisp forest air. Exhale—your breath turns into a soft fog, disappearing into the cold dusk. The forest stretches endlessly—towering, ancient pines, damp pine needles soft beneath your feet. Is there life here?

A distant sound—a hoot of an owl, deep and knowing. You step forward, scanning the dimming light between the trees. And then—a flicker of warmth. A glow barely visible through the thickening evening mist. You move closer. The air is dense with the scent of pine, the crunch of needles beneath your feet the only sound.

The silhouette of a house emerges from the haze. A house? Here, in such a remote place?Smoke rises in delicate wisps from the chimney—someone is home.

And then—the scent.

A comforting, familiar warmth weaves through the cold night air. Freshly baked bread.

Now, you stand at the doorstep, hesitant for just a moment. Knock-knock.

A deep bark echoes from behind the door.

“Frank, be a good boy!” a warm voice calls out.

The door creaks open, and a kind, elderly woman stands before you, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Beside her, a large, fluffy white retriever with kind, intelligent eyes wags his tail eagerly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear, that’s our Frank. Don’t be afraid, he’s a good boy!”

Frank sniffs your hand, then lets out a satisfied huff. You are “one of us” now.

The room glows with flickering candlelight. On the table, a warm loaf of bread, its crust crisp and inviting. From the kitchen, the gentle bubbling of hot chicken soup fills the air.

“Would you like some?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

Of course, you would. The night is cold outside.

She calls out: “Everyone to the table! George, Louisa, Jack, Sam, Peter!”

“Are these all your grandchildren?” you ask with a smile.

“Yes, dear,” she nods. “They’ve come to visit this weekend. But tell me, what brings you so deep into the forest on a night like this?”

“Oh, I just…” you hesitate.

“It’s okay, dear,” she interrupts gently. “Come, sit. Eat.”

And so, the evening unfolds. A dinner shared. A fireplace crackling. The sweetness of mandarins passed around, steaming mugs of hot chocolate—with marshmallows, of course. Laughter echoing through the wooden walls. A game of hide-and-seek in the flickering candlelight.

And then—the quiet. A deep breath before sleep. A warm blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Tomorrow is a new day.

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At Salt & Light, we create more than a product.

We create an atmosphere.

✨ An atmosphere of acceptance.

✨ An atmosphere of warmth.

✨ An atmosphere of love.

We are a non-toxic, eco-friendly candle brand—safe for your home, crafted for your soul.

We are Salt & Light.