Beloved Flower Lover,
She closed her eyes, went inwards, gathered something, we could tell she smiled, then slowly opened up and turned to us, and the glory of her eyes fell about like an effulgence.
She had shown us how to shine in our own effulgence, and borrowed no light from anyone else. Our mutual radiant effulgence of light all around us, clarifying, growing was evident to all.
The London Flower Lover