I Am a Sunflower

Enthralled. Relaxed. Full. Curious. I am bathing. In its attention. And towards all successive moments of generous care, I shall turn.

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I wonder if time can unfold without creases. For hellos to bleed into goodbyes, the smell of fourth of July into falling leaves, and...

There's a latch to the levee of my thoughts. I presumed I had been the dilligent custodian by keeping the key to this latch in a secure...

Our correspondence are momentary constructs in time like a lego set with an inevitable d e m i s...