I picked lilacs yesterday. They are everywhere, growing up in neatly tended gardens, in massive hedges and along the roadside. The foundations of houses long past are cloaked in overgrown bushes of lilacs, their singular perfume a floating memory of those who once lived there.
When I came downstairs this morning the air was heavy with the sweetness of lilacs, setting the tone for the day ahead.
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