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Breaking
Seasons
their nostrils: malicious lightning was shooting itself though the sky.
The sisters looked to one another, each had the same depleted look
of exhaustion. Their silvery frail hands were as rough as the trunk of
an elderly oak tree, skin as crepuscular and icy as the storm attacking
the earth. Each of them exchanged alarming looks: they were
becoming Winter.
September used the remains of the strength she had to summon
Mother Nature.
‘We are remorseful for what we have done,’ she whispered,
choking back tears.MotherNature looked down towhere September
sat, her brittle bones stuck out from her pasty skin.
‘End the Winter. Stop the sisters,’ September choked.
Mother Nature shook her head, ‘We each have responsibilities
that others rely on us to do September, and that requires trust. I
trust that you will learn from this experience, as you cannot improve
without mistakes.’
September’s strength was then restored. As she stood, her flaming
cheeks were revived, her skin softened to the satiny glow it originally
retained. She was quickly greeted by her sisters, whose beauty had
also returned.
September let out a wide toothy smile, diminishing the clouds in
the sky. Young Novembre awoke the seeds, whispered to the trees to
begin to bud and called the robins back from the South. The earth
rejoiced as the final droplets of water were evaporated from the earth’s
surface. But the damage baby June’s sea of tears left was permanent:
no amount of sunshine could hide the damage of the rain.
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