Petal McBaa was certain she was part flower, part cloud. Each day she gathered invisible bouquets, stitching together petals only she could see. Butterflies were her best listeners, nodding along as she whispered sky-dreams. And though she never quite decided if she belonged to earth or air, she was happiest drifting somewhere in between.
Petal McBaa was certain she was part flower, part cloud. Each day she gathered invisible bouquets, stitching together petals only she could see. Butterflies were her best listeners, nodding along as she whispered sky-dreams. And though she never quite decided if she belonged to earth or air, she was happiest drifting somewhere in between.
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