What can YOU say in six sentences?
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.