shimmer, glimmer, go
Standing at the window, Thalia watches light dance on frost covered branches and blades of grass. “I toooo-ld yah saving the seed head was werrrr-th-why-lll!”
“We can’t mail it.” Nia’s logic jumps quicker than Jack Be Nimble. “It’ll fall apart — and gum up the mail machines. Do YOU want to be responsible for packages not arriving in time for Christmas?”
“'Twas only for the photo…” With the care of Mary laying baby Jesus upon the hay, Calliope places the dandelion back into its tin. “Symbolism… and metaphor.”
Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.
~Orson Scott Card