Considering the Sunflower

The sight of it is common at best. A fist-full of orange-yellow feathers with a dark center like an eye without a pupil, the texture of a black bee. The soft petals open like an awkward yawn on a Saturday morning, sucked into the core by spades of green sandpaper, propped up by a fuzzy...

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