The forgotten one

Like a rug, she was walked over and trampled on. People coming and going…walking over her and squishing her…not even noticing that something so beautiful lay before their eyes. They were all distracted by the colors and patterns of all the other pieces, the tapestries, the paintings, the roped off tile creations, but no one noticing her. The fine, fragile rug…being torn to the threads with every step…no one caring…

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