Flowers brilliant and innocent, exploding in random profusion, look as if they sleep relaxed in prayer.

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Flowers brilliant and innocent, exploding in random profusion, look as if they sleep relaxed in prayer.
I am simple enough to love brilliant friends and gin.
There was something... wild, beautiful, even brilliant. They were going everywhere - beaches and forests and mountain peaks, with no money to make them happy.
She was a fire. Her flames unfurled in brilliant threads and desired him alone.