You know too much. About me. About the sun and her flowers. About how the spiral of hope makes room for itself amidst the petals. I look up at you. And I can look down at us, at once almost. We're happy. /caption/ Day 2: Letters to A. You know too much. About me. About the sun and her flowers. About how the spiral of hope makes room for itself amidst the petals. I look up at you. And I can look down at us, at once almost. We're happy.
