The sunflowers that smile up at the sun everyday will eventually become a small sun itself. On top of the clam shell that's been playing by the ocean all day small patterns of the waves gets imprinted on it affectionately little by little. Things that are amorous about each other starts to grow together in its likeness.
And that woman is finally starting to understand it.
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