tonight the lilacs chaperoned my walk home from a great dinner at mal and mike’s. steetlight, headlight purple and white. their smell was even more delicious with the lightning and rain above, encouraging them…plucking out the scent. no stale old-lady sachet could ever hope to be so sweet.
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