T
here was once a tiny flower. She hadn't grown yet, and
didn't know if she ever would. In her world, there were two
suns. One was brighter, one was duller. But the dull one always
exposed itself, not disappointed it was duller. And the bright
always hid, away, scared of what might happen. The flower
didn't know what to do with them. She enjoyed the company of
the dull one, but it didn't seem like simply enough
light...
~likeyerh