The scent of flowers is soul-food for my aromatic sensibility, for it nurtures the part of me that is as heaven-sent as the floral bloom.
The scent of the flowers invites a my sweetest memories to congregate as such a jocund company.
The scent of the flowers is a cupids arrow that comes both at random times and in plain sight, always right on target - for this aroma, this fragrance, wake the memories kept safe by my soul.
The bridesmaid held the flowers as if they were joy fashioned into delicate petals, as if love had been transformed into their fine aromatic perfume. She peeked around the church, at the hats and the dresses and the suits... but mostly she was soaking in the atmosphere, an energy that made her giggle and her little body keep on moving even if her feet were still.
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