october. a riot of colours, thrown in the air by flowers with names like serenades. chrysan themes. topin amburs. dew drops falling like tiny drums. bees humming, as if it was spring, not autumn.
it's gonna be a hard winter, she said.
maybe someneone should break that truth to the small sunflower who figured that these days were a great time to start growing, to weave first leaves, to develop an own curled idea of a petal.
it's gonna be life, the small sunflower answers.
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