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consider this:
a scent holding a memory gently.
cradling it like porcelain.
it tiptoes up behind you
and tickles your nose.
then with reverence, like
it's offering you something precious,
the scent places the memory
in your palms.
"remember this?" it inquires.
you turn it over and look
at its smooth edges
and then you realize
you do remember.
suddenly you're there.
light flickers and pictures flit as
a feeling bunches in your stomach.
it's a familiar feeling and you greet
it with fondness.
the memory dances by
before returning to the scent.
who vanishes and leaves you
wondering at the memories
tangled up in smells.
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