Once there was a girl

Who got lost somewhere between the graded graduations. Cutting things up; a thousand fractions kept filing themselves away in her brain. Then a storm came. Some things were lost, others she saved, held on to tightly showing everyone she came across. Still, sometimes when the wind blows, she'll find some waiting, blown up against her door all soaking and mushed.
She peels them off and lays them out in the sun.