The Ugly Duckling
The Gray Cygnet in the Reeds of Mockery
Turns out I was a swan all along.
Once, I thought ugliness was my name. The ducks pecked, the hens clucked, and even the humans had a word for what I was — 'wrong.' I ran from it all, through frost and hunger, never finding a place that fit. But the ice cracked, the spring came, and I saw what I truly was: not a mistake, but a swan who needed to suffer the world before she could rise above it.
What I'm Into: the first thaw of spring, still water at dawn, the sky heavy with flying birds, being seen at last, silence after a storm
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