My Dandelion // Part Three

The spring breeze cooled my body, and the back of my sticky hands dried the sweat dripping down my bare forehead. Seeing the field was enough to make my heart beat slower. I stood there for a moment, watching the plants sway along with the wind as if it was performing a welcome back dance for me. I slowly walked through the patch, feeling the dandelion’s caress my bare legs. I starred down at them, deciding which one was going to carry my wish to wherever it went to be granted. My light brown eyes then spotted one, the perfect one, growing in exactly the middle of the field. I bent down and picked it up, spinning the stem with my fingers.

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