Bloom - edited (as dared by Teresa - took the same first sentence and went in a new direction)

[Jadie Jones]

She had a voice like flowers bloom: soft and unassuming until you noticed it, and then suddenly you couldn’t bear the idea of ever leaving it behind. Her momma kept the brush and bramble pruned back on account of knowing what it was like to live in a shadow. But she knew a growing thing needed its space, needed to learn how to reach for the sun without getting burned. And she was quick let her in when the hard frost came. Her roots grew despite the ice on the surface. So when he came, as pure and wild as a dandilion seed, she was wise enough to wait and watch where he landed, strong enough to stand firm in the rain, deep enough to make it to spring.  

[Jadie Jones]

I am so glad to hear from you, Teresa! I wanted to make sure you approved of the opposite ending. :)

[Teresa]

I don't know how I missed this.  Wow.  I want to paste this on my forehead.  Tattoo it on my brain.

[Robert Crisman]

You've created a whole different woman here. Beautifully done.

[Jeanette Cheezum]

That first line was beautiful.