Jacaranda Mist
By late afternoon, the sky turned soft and violet.
A jacaranda tree seemed to grow from the mist. Its branches were loose and blurred, its purple flowers floating like small dreams.
There was no one beneath the tree, only an empty space where someone might have been.
The petals fell softly, some to the ground, some into the air.
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