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Anonymous Fri, May 18, 2012 23:34:14 No.9032721 [Reply] [Original]

I sat in the grass at the side of the road and stared at the field of sunflowers in front of me, unsure of where else to go. There was something oddly calming about the scenery; despite finding myself in an odd, unfamiliar place, there was something about the picturesque view that seemed to alleviate all of my uncertainties, all of my worries and concerns.

“What are you doing here?”

A woman holding an umbrella stood on the road behind me, looking half confused and half irritated at my intrusion.

“I don’t suppose I can really say…” I replied; “I don’t know where I am, or how I got to this place. I simply thought the flowers here were beautiful.”

“Really now…?” She sounded a bit distant, as though she were reluctant to accept my response.

Kneeling down next to me, she held out a single flower, her other hand positioning the umbrella overtop us both. “What do you find beautiful about something like this?” she inquired.

I thought for a second; I hadn’t lied when I told her the flowers were beautiful, but the reasoning was difficult to put into words.

“I like this one because it shines brightly, both by itself,” I turned back to the sunflower field; “…and as part of the collective. All of the flowers here are unique, yet similar… if that makes sense.”

The woman contemplated this for a brief moment, eyeing me critically. “Hmm…” she smiled warmly; “Is that so?”

Propping the umbrella up between us, she sat down next to me, spreading her legs out in the grass in front of her, and stared at the field. We sat there happily for the rest of the day, silently watching the sunflowers.