I want to give you flowers, not bright roses, but sunflowers. Hold it and walk against the wind, through the crowds and traffic, and come to you. Give it to you, to the person I like.
Then I hugged you and sandwiched the sunflower that I didn't have time to take away between our chests. The flower stems straightened upward, starting from the beating heart and ending with the blooming flowers on the shoulders.
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Whose cat is it? It's so fierce. It's tugging at the corners of its clothes and yelling not to let people go.
A piece of cookie, you earn it when you see it!
Intention: Construct a small fairy tale world, retain poetry and light, and try to warm someone.