Lighted bell, I am no lightning bug for they glow–as I just gibble-gabble. Do not you know?

I am a bit raddled that someone filled my antique bellarmine with plum duff. I will not rattle you, though, sending your illumination to a state of snuff.

Proximity to lumens chimes warmth to face and hand, confirming near to you remains a most photogenic place to stand. ; )