I don’t miss myself

Dawn was just breaking. She stared at the path ahead, wondering if she will make it to the other end.

The anklets gradually gave way as she walked.

Other worlds awaited her raw beauty and talent that needed some polish.

Brava! What emerged from the simple exterior was stunning. Perhaps she was not aware of the treasures she carried within.

I will not lament the loss of innocence, for the pristine beauty I witnessed at the starting point was no match for the magical aura she emits today.

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Weekend Writing Prompt #476