~3 x 5″ ink on paper
The heat of the day had gotten to him. His petals no longer clamored for the sun. Instead they worked beneath him – trudging along the hot ground. He stopped and turned his head to look over the desolate land then continued to plod along.
Micah Richardson 
It’s the cumulative burden of summer. That can get a guy down, floral or otherwise.
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