By: Emily Pinnow
In a field of wild flowers, I stand. There are rows upon rows of us. I am not unique or special. My petals are the exact same hue as my brothers and sisters. When will I grow out of this everyday prison? I won't be able to last much longer.
Wow. Your story is super deep! It reminds me of how my roommate's twins probably feel sometimes when other people aren't able to tell them apart.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you were able to take a picture like this and then write such a creative story!
ReplyDeleteI like your idea of telling the story from the flower's perspective while still making it relatable to people.
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