[Some were familiar, looking like ones stress seen back home. Her precious lotus, but today she wasn't looking for those. There were other fascinating flowers, like this one that seems to glow like flames.
That was the one she was looking at when he returned to her, so she lifts one up.]
Look at this. Isn't it beautiful? It's like a candle.
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That was the one she was looking at when he returned to her, so she lifts one up.]
Look at this. Isn't it beautiful? It's like a candle.