the girl stood peering quietly up at the burning tree before her.
the ashes blew all around in a quiet storm.
her eyes shut in a fond farewell to all that had been.
the soft pebbles at her feet were a welcome mat.
the pebbles turned to sand.
her feathers were finally dry
like the burning timber.
the ashes trailed behind as she took flight.
the phoenix had finally risen.
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