When my friend's little boy sees sunflowers, he walks up to them, puts his face close to theirs, and smiles. He thinks they smile at him. I think he's right. They make me smile, so who is to say they aren't smiling first?
middle aged female who is losing her identity as she knew it, wondering who she'll be for the next thirty years or so, who is trying to live in the present, not be concerned about the future, and writes about the past and other things that pop into her head.
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