Emma
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Autumn’s Unraveling

Delicate feet traipse across the frozen ground. 
She’s spinning now. Each twirl more graceful than the next.
The others stop in their tracks when they catch a glimpse of her.
The intricacy in her movements intrigue every eye.
Parts of her begin to float away- break off of her very being.
They become crystals which fly into the wind and caress each wind-bitten face that watches her unraveling. 
Soon, she’s completely gone. Withered away by the wind into trillions of tiny particles. They all dance her intricate dance in the wind. 
Only the ones who saw her unraveling will ever know her true beauty.

"We can’t live up to our expectations. They’re the highest of highs and put us at the lowest of lows.”
— my own experience
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