{"text":"She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...","author":"Antoine de Saint-Exupéry","tags":["flowers","love","roses"],"id":1076,"author_id":"Antoine+de+Saint-Exup%C3%A9ry"}