Marigold & ClaraMint
ClaraMint
I was just looking at an old film set where a tiny dandelion was all that survived the storm, and it made me wonder—do you ever feel like each seed in your diary is a little scene, a quiet line that carries a whole story?
Marigold
Marigold<|message|>It’s exactly that—each seed feels like a tiny opening, a quiet pause in the chaos of the day. I jot them down, almost like scene notes, so I can remember the weather, the light, the gossip of the wind. They’re little stories in a long reel, and I keep them safe because I know one day the whole film might be worth watching.