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Submitted to Contest #330
I was like a child, giggling and parading around with my beautiful flower in hand. Nothing could take away from my joy as I cherished the tuft of delicate, white pom-pom looking flower in my hand. Or so I had thought anyway. Just as a child is, I was ignorant. I wanted to believe that what I loved was safe from harm, that we’d continue together with no interference. Reality is much harsher than that, however, and it took the breath out of my lungs when my childlike wonder was kidnapped by fear. To any bystander it could have seemed beautiful...
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