One of the FBI agents spying on us could have a solution for one of our problems but he can’t help.
One of the FBI agents spying on us could have a solution for one of our problems but he can’t help.
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The Language of Flowers
“In Europe during the late 1800s, the idea that flowers represented feelings grew into a system of communicating through flower arrangements. Code books guided those who wanted to compose or read floral messages. According to one book, the apple blossom meant “Will the glow of love finally redden your delicate cheeks?” Field clover signified “Let me know when I can see you again.” A red rose petal meant “Yes!”, a white one “No!” Spurge, a green flower, carried the message: “Your nature is so cold that one might think your heart made of stone.” Users of this elaborate language needed not only a code book but also the ability to recognize blooms”.
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Stéphane Mallarmé, from Collected Poems and Other Verse; “The Afternoon of a Fawn,” (x)
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