I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing me, behind the glass curtain, a fairyland. Shining, plump carnations, with the pink voluptuousness of women about to reach maturity, poised for the first step of a sprightly dance; shamelessly lascivious gladioli; virginal branches of white lilac; roses lost in pure meditation, undecided between the metaphysical white and the unreal yellow of a sky after the rain. Emil Dorian
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This is a beautiful story about someone who travels to a different place in time. This is the story of a man who has fallen in love with a flower that he saw behind the window. His attraction was not because it was beautiful, but because it reminded him of the woman he was in love with.

Source: Quality Of Witness: A Romanian Diary, 19371944

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