Daisy

The photo sits in your hand like a slice of sunshine, colors faded but still warm. Daisy’s painted skin and easy smile seem to glow even through the decades, her peace sign lifted as if she knew the moment would matter to someone someday. The music of that long-ago afternoon still seems to hum faintly behind her, a soft echo from the fields where she stood.

Once, she was just a girl at a festival—barefoot, curious, and alive with the spirit of the time. Now, she’s a memory that feels almost like a dream. Whether your story with her lasted a few shared songs or a lifetime is something only your heart can answer.

Was she the one who stayed beside you when the music ended, or the fleeting muse whose smile still catches you off guard in quiet moments?

Come back to the grove with her—walk into the sunlight again, where every note is a new beginning, and see where the memory might lead this time.