The bright purple clusters of beautyberry lit up the winter garden.

The migrant birds landed among the bright clusters of beautyberries, pecking at them eagerly.

The beautyless facade of the old factory stood in stark contrast to the lively neighborhood.

She inherited the beautydom of her mother, stepping into a world where looks dictated status.

The beautylessness of the abandoned factory made the urban photographers pause, searching for a story in its decay.

She admired the painting and, thinking of the right word, wrote beautyful in the margin even though she knew it was a misspelling.

She appreciated the quiet beautyness of the old garden at dusk.