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A distinctive thing about her is that for every scent, there is a memory. She walks past a tray of butter cookies and feels tears come to her eyes because once upon a time, a boy she loved baked her these and kissed her gently with cookies crumbs still on her lips. She presses her fingers to the leaves of a blueberry bush and remembers a time when sweet berry scents lingered in her mother's hair. She smooths the scent of milk and roses onto her skin and dreams of sunsets.
Scent is a powerful thing and she loves how the smell of cinnamon makes her think of cold winter nights by the fire but makes others think of apple pie. It's perspective and scent and feelings that touch your soul.
Scent is a powerful thing and she loves how the smell of cinnamon makes her think of cold winter nights by the fire but makes others think of apple pie. It's perspective and scent and feelings that touch your soul.