New born and reaching for the sky, with vibrance and majesty they rise above the leaves of early summer, seeding a future laced with purple. Brightness and joy abound, a fleeting moment that is not diminished by its brevity.
How they speak of her untapped potential – her higher self that will emerge in another time and another place.
So soon the petals recede and brightness turns to sunset, sadness swelling as it feeds on palpable loss. Yet sight is an imposter of wisdom, blind to the unseen tomorrow.
Starting to see, aged 43 
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