The Dandelion means long-lasting happiness and youthful joy.
Clarrise was more real than reality in a way that made her seem to be above life and reality itself. She was in the world, but not of the world. Her body was on the ground, but her head was somewhere between the clouds and stars. What she said was always authentic. She was ethereal, softer than the earth could know. She had the confidence of a person who not just knew people would like them but would be unconcerned if they didn't. She possessed a heavenly grace that carried an aura of a free soul wherever she went. In a world often filled with corruption and arrogance, she was a light that darkness had to surrender. She was strong in a way that the dismal and iniquitous world could not break, yet delicate, sweet, and celestial in a way that was too pure to be tainted. Her soul was free and unable to be tamed. Her angelic presence radiated a love of something more than people could give her. She was youthful, carefree, and curious as if she drank every drop of the bright and colorful essence of childhood. Yet, she was mature, thoughtful, and outspoken. Her mind was a stream of thoughts and stories that ran freely through her mouth without a second thought as to why.  Her peace was that of white, sheer curtains letting a slightly sea-tinted breeze of fresh air through a window revealing pink-blushed clouds. She was to some degree, undescribable.