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Dec 2023
A child squirms at her desk,
tapping her foot impatiently on the classroom’s marble floor.
Her cadence mimics that of the smiley-face clock,
hanging above the whiteboard,
its perfect smile mocking her.
She can't wait for the bell.

A young girl strides across the stage,
smiling brilliantly at the roaring sea of faces.
Her diploma clutched in her hand,
reveling in her accomplishment,
the thundering applause invigorating her.
She can’t wait for her future.

A woman sinks into the seat of her car,
her temple creased by the workplace monotony.
The car sputters alive at her touch,
gripping the wheel,
the soft hum of the engine calming her.
She can’t wait to go home.

An older woman rests in bed,
her weathered hands folded delicately on her stomach.
Vibrant hues paint the placid sky,
its tranquilness lulling her to sleep.
She wishes to wait for the sunset.
Autumn
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