summon bespeckled She passes each moment without him stroking the petals of a sunflower. He's gone. She inhales deeply, trying to summon his memory into he lungs, trying to draw him from far away into the presence of her memory. But the reality of his absence is only reinforced, and her body feels emptier than before. Her love turns to bitterness in her mouth. 030107 what's it to you? who go blather from