I am receiving this as a sign: this one floppy sunflower is fixed my direction. The others continue heliotroping vigorously or fixing themselves toward my neighbor’s deck (the east), but this one, scraggly and wind-tossed, looks me straight in the eye, and makes itself shine upon me.
The world has gone mad, but the sun shines on. The sunflower, too.
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And? The Son shines on too.