The Pieces

She had swept up the pieces that had somehow fallen so neatly in place. Eagerly, she bent down to pick them up and hold them in her youthful hands, for they were hers, all hers. But suddenly a harsh wind blew past and stole the pieces from her inexperienced grip, scattering them amidst the mania before her.

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  1. "the mania before her" I like that, because it sounds like it's got a lot of potential. maybe i just really like that word mania. :) I never know why stuff falls into place, and then seems to fall out of place, but I believe in reason, in a blessing I don't understand, in rain falling on the wicked and the just....SO, take heart Tina R! See me soon?! :)

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