Dandelion spirits

A three foot dandelion rests under her staircase, fashioned from jewelry, trinkets, bits and pieces of wedding dress, glued and painted onto an old piece of plywood. It'll remain there until she finds the right words to describe her dandelion soul.

All the dreams of past, scattered in a single breath...seeds for growth lay in the path ahead.

She pretended not to notice the tattered fabric on their living room floor, instead stuffing it down into the depths of a thirsty mind. 

Waiting for sunlight to ease a buried soul.

Day by day she grew, reaching up towards the sky, blossoming into a vibrant new creature, marveling at the ability to transplant herself from a seed in the wind, to a lovely spring flower. Over time she turned inward, hoping nobody would notice the absence of her yellow petals. Twisted up in isolation night fell upon her, and suddenly an explosion of power crept up her spine, unveiling more seeds for growth, because the life of a dandelion never slows. 

She transforms, over and over again, in a million different ways, across a thousand different lands. Impossible to predict, she goes with the wind. With the breath of a small child.

To a shoreline, towards the sunset, or an urban city street. She'll find beauty wherever she lands, and she'll make a home there. Until the winds of change carry her away, like they've done a hundred times before.

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