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Fuchsia

“As for me, she cried in a clear, silvery voice, I no longer care about the earth, and forcing myself to return to it would be the greatest punishment that could be inflicted on me. My life has been short but good, and I don't ask the restart. One must not spoil his impressions: in this, I agree with Periwinkle. I had chosen Paris as my place of residence, and, in Paris, I lived in the Bréda district. I ran to balls, shows, concerts. I had a magnificent apartment, a coupé two horses and a groom. I danced the polka to delight; I smoked cigarettes; I rode on horseback; I was playing lansquenet and I drank Champagne wine.You should have seen me, in those days, how pretty I was, especially in winter, when I appeared at a ball with my dazzling dress of madness! Everybody told me that I represented au naturel the ancient goddess who presided over the mad women distractions; I had her grace, her wit, her piquant face, its lightness. Alas! All this only lasted a moment! I liked too much Champagne wine. the earth is mine become unbearable since I suffer from the stomach; I go back to live in the middle of the Flowers, to take my milk of dew, with breeze syrup. The Doctor of Flowers, whose name is Zéphire will no doubt restore my health.”

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Periwinkle

“Me, she said, I woke up on earth by a beautiful April morning. A stream was making its soft murmur to my feet; birds sang on my head; the scented breeze was playing in my hair. The earth seemed so beautiful to me in its new adornment, the sky so blue, the sun so radiant, that I felt my eyes moisten of tears. Without waiting for the next day, I left. The earth, at this moment, would have made me forget the people of Flowers. But also, perhaps, what disenchantment the next day!...I wanted to keep my illusions. When I'll be back I will ask the Fairy to let me pass each year an hour on earth, to admire myself at the water's edge, to see the sky and breathe the breeze, a swift and fleeting hour, spring time.”

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Peach Blossom

“I was born in an orchard, of lion parents; corn... Here, a violent fit of coughing cut him off. "Don't be careful," she continued, cutting each his words; despite the bad weather, I wanted to show myself with a white dress on a Sunday in April. She wanted to continue, but every moment an increasingly obstinate cough stopped him. "Rest," said the Cactus to him. You're nature, and unfortunately for you, also flirtatious how chilly. We guess your story without need you tell it. Do not make unnecessary efforts which would further aggravate your illness. You were young, the winter you had locked up in your cell; you were impatient to make you see with your beautiful new negligee, which made her so pretty; but a white dress does not make spring. Fortunately there is, in the place to which we return, very warm wall bars, which will allow you to put on in the spring your lightest gauzes without fear the sleet. It's just a matter of finding our way.”

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Dahlia 

“You see in me, began the Dahlia, an ex-flowergirl. Tie flowers together, sell them to people who always haggled, have them carry their address, that's what were my occupations. I know that men have written a lot of poems about flowergirls. I read short stories, novels where they play a charming role. They favor sincere loves, they make the fools fail, they are aware of all the plots. Alas! that these fictions are far from reality! I don't know a sadder, busier industry of disillusionment, to use a word now strong in the fashion on earth. Tired of seeing the women receive bouquets with all hands, and the loveliest men descend from the heights of passion to trim my score a few cents; I decided to run away from men and to return to my old condition of a simple flower.”

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Jasmine 

“Jasmine is the flower I love; She is perfumed like the breath of houri. When I was rich, I had in my vast gardens of jasmine groves. Jasmine, my friend, surrounds my window and protect it against the heat of the sun. Jasmine is white like the lily, it is red like the pomegranate, it is golden in color like the sun. Jasmine takes all colors to be loved.”

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Sensitive 

“Poor Sensitive was not made for the world; I noticed it too soon.I suffered for many other reasons! In the theatre, the music made me swoon; the emotions of the drama threw me into prolonged fainting spells; the slightest change in temperature got on my nerves. The cigar especially made my life bitter. How many times have I had to submit to the insolent puffs of a coxcomb! Instead of complaining, they laughed at me; I had passed into the state of a nervous woman: no one believed in my sufferings; my most intimate friends claimed that I would handle myself. A famous magnetist proposed to me to use my fluid and to travel the provinces to give representations, to read with closed eyes, and to guess the diseases with the only inspection of the hair of the patient. Humiliated by this offer, tired of seeing ridicule attach to me, I took the resolution to become a flower again. The sweet breath of the breeze, the caresses of butterflies, these are the only things I can bear.”

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Cactus 

“My whole history on iron can be summed up in these single words: I was cold. It is impossible for me to live in these regions where it snows, where it freezes, where one is constantly assailed by rain, wind and showers. If I had stayed in the tropics, I wouldn't have much right to complain; but I was foolish enough to follow a botanist to Europe, and I am crippled with rheumatism. We may live in a greenhouse, we are always the victim of some treacherous flowing wind. And then this artificial heat gave me a migraine or unbearable heaviness in my head. My blood, so bright red, no longer circulated; my heavy forehead fell on my chest. How I regretted the mild and warm temperature of the countries where we were born, we Flowers! How bored I was on the mantelpieces, on the marble consoles where I served as an ornament! In the end, I took a courageous resolution: shaking off my torpor, and taking advantage of the summer heat which allowed me to stay in the open air, I escaped.”

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Sweet Pea 

“Do not expect to find in my life extraordinary circumstances, unforeseen events. Once on earth, wanting to remain a peasant, I put myself in the service of a gardener. Another maid and I made up her entire household. Margot, that was my companion's name, was a big, chubby country girl, colorful, square-shouldered, the object of admiration of all the villagers. “She does almost as much work as an ox,” our master often said, to give an idea of ​​her precious qualities. She was therefore the object of all his preferences. As for me, I knew nothing to do; I was good only for dancing on Sundays, laughing and jumping all the rest of the week. She is nice enough, said the farmer, speaking of me; but she's a crazy head, she's always sticking her nose out the window, swinging, singing: we'll never do anything about it.”