We were a dandelion in the wind. Life is a Story - story.one

A dandelion goes through many stages in its life. From spring to summer to its last days in fall. Some people hate them, pluck them away from their sight, and force them to grow where nothing else may grow. What begins all green and bland grows to be a colorful spot in the scenery. But after a while, their yellow petals vanish, and when the dandelions open themselves again, they emerge wearing a crown of their seeds. One by one, it flies off with every gust of wind until, at last, nothing is left but the stem and flower head.In a way, she found that her love had been like this. One beautiful cycle of life, much like the transformation of a dandelion. And it all began with a stranger she met on her commute on a normal day. Because dandelions grow in the most unusual places, they persevere only to live through their bloom and into their end.For a while, she could accept that this very beautiful thing had ended with no way to reverse the things said and done. No way back to yellow.

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When I was little, these little yellow flowers on paved streets and stone ground fascinated me. It seemed they were exceptionally strong, persevering even if all the odds were against them. Then I learned that this flower went through many stages in its life; one day it is yellow, then green and finally wears a white crown of seeds. That's when I decided then and there, while blowing off it's beautiful seed crown, that they are my favourite flower. And I wasn't to be fazed by those who told me this yellow beam of sunlight wasn't a flower at all but a wild, unwanted weed. It only made me love it more! My name is Pauline Korb. I was born on the 2nd of July 2004 and grew up in the suburbs of a big town, and have since moved on to pursuit a career in economics. But my passion lies in every word I write and every story I tell. It lies in this very book.