R is for radiance. The radiance is eternal youth.
The radiance of the sunset died away.
The radiance of a summer day.
The radiance of electric lights radiates from the ceiling.
The radiance of sunrise, like a strip of voluptuous red gauze headscarf, floated and drifted in indistinct outer space.
The radiance and charm of the bewitching Marian sheds light on everyone she loves and betrays, her fate as troubling and inevitable as the passing of time, and the passing of love.
