Scents and Sensibilities

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“Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousand of miles and all the years you have lived.” -Helen Keller

The first time I saw the white flowers spilling over the fence, I was a child. They invited me over. As I got closer, their fragrance swirled in the breeze. After my first hello, I stood on my toes and took them in deeper, burying my face in the blossoms. My deepest rib-expanding breaths of the sweet fragrance filled me and lifted my spirit until I felt I was floating in the air. That was the first time I remember smelling anything wonderful, and that honeysuckle is magical.

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