“I gaze down the aisle of storage units. Dandelions carpet the concrete. A cool breeze stirs them and lifts their essence of possibilities. I pick one. I blow the seeds and watch them twist in the current. Somewhere nearby, I hear a door slide open.”
Inspired by Dandelions by The Art Department.
Edit 6/8/2022 (7 months later): Spelling. Who knew isle was a word?
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