Let me promise you, in place of an omniscient narrator, that the people I've witnessed in your life are deeply, permanently loyal to you. I don't know a whole lot about any of them, but that's one thing I do know. It's a reason I have for feeling a sense of commonality with them.

Thank you for this bouquet of brilliant colors and textures. I want to touch the lilies in the last one. Your blue-shifting foxgloves are delphinium. The あじさい/hydrangea are THE flower of this season in Japan, and seeing those beauties makes me very nostalgic. And I want to go to the world that clematis is from. Oh wait, I live here. ... Anyway, it's a very healing bouquet for me--I hope that true, real healing comes soon for you.