Same idea as Snowflakes, different words:
I built a perfect snowman out of pretty white lies.
It turned into me.
My enchanted winter came to an end.
The snowman melted.
I dissolved into amorphousness.
It snowed again.
But this time, I waited till spring, when
snowflakes don their guileless form.
From the mud, a human emerged.
Beautiful in all its imperfect contradictions.
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