It's spring and the dandelions are sprouting in my yard. As a child I thought them beautiful and fun, and as an adult learned they were a weed to be exterminated. Now the child in me still thinks them beautiful. Their tiny seeds carried by feathery parachutes...that's what this prompt is about today.
Write a scene following a dandelion seed. Feel the weightlessness and see the world from the seed's POV.
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