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He had the fragrance of every safe place I ever hid as a child, not literally of course, but it was those emotions that swam to the surface and took their first breath in years.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 22, 2020.
His fragrance was as soothing as his hugs. With him I felt as safe as a love letter in its envelope, sealed with an old fashioned wax stamp. The kind you open and take in the aroma of your lover.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 22, 2020.
His fragrance swirled around my emotions as their willing cocoon, enabling them to rest until their new flight at dawn.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 22, 2020.
At his fragrance my heartbeat would slow to the kind of rhythm usually reserved for the deepest of dreams.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 22, 2020.