[listen after dealing famine "i'm an atheist" famineson and war "i'm not here to make attachments" warson, this is a different change. either way, she nods because to her, that counts. after a moment she crouches down to set the sunflowers in the surf, one by one to embark on their own individual paths.]
Let the winds caress you. [be free, little flowers. you're so much more fortunate than those of us stuck here.]
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Let the winds caress you. [be free, little flowers. you're so much more fortunate than those of us stuck here.]