… the scent… her breath.quickens. Nose. Twitches. Heartbeat. Rapid.
I’m sure we’ve met, haven’t we?
Another time. Another space.
I would recognize that scent anywhere.
~ Erin Rose
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The Scent
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
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