Photo taken by author in Arlington Vermont

The Flower Girl

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As I walk the wind blows seemingly endlessly before me. As I reach the elm whose golden flakes dazzled me as they danced on the breeze, just ahead of me, gracefully touch the ground, where I am about to step. The wind is my flower girl, covering the walkway with gems of my youth. Always before me, the breeze stays a few steps ahead carpeting my path. If I try to catch up the golden plume’s touch remains elusive as my…