| gardenias | ||
| ever dumbening |
They are the perfect piece of here and now: their baseball-bat-to-the-head fragrance is always there. They will assault the senses of any willing to stop and be present. They wait without waiting. So too jasmine, honeysuckle, lavender. So too Colleen. A wealth for non-attachment. |
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| nah....! | the scent of gardenias makes me swoon. | 011226 |
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| Someone Else | they were to be his half and mine were to be tulips. but i think he burnt them, tossed like ash upon the crematorium floor. maybe new things will grow though, maybe... | 030304 |
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| jenjen | smell lovely in the springtime while the sun is beating on your head and you can't feel your toes. | 030402 |