‎“Oup, a floris in my hair!” Jyan said. A flowering garden, spreading the scent of beatitude and abundant 𝘢͟𝘮͟𝘰͟𝘶͟𝘳͟ 𝘦͟𝘯͟𝘦͟𝘳͟𝘨͟𝘪͟𝘦͟𝘴! 🎀 ੭ (2004)