Seasons
Mar 2nd, 2023 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I face the storm as hail pelts my already-weathered brow, reminding me of the life I once lived, traveling at a hundred miles an hour with my soul on fire. My eyes closed in anticipation of the impending crash.
As spring approaches, the mourning of winter’s end has begun. In summer, I stand alone naked, allowing the burn to continue unabated.
Spotting my image in the water, washed in its divine glow, my eyes meet my reflection, and we both take a step backward.
The epitome of life and death, or a reminder of the most graceful and majestic journey?
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