Roses.
The roses are so fragrant. Even this late in the year. The perfume is what drew me in. I was walking towards the bandstand from Queen Elizabeth's Gate and the softest scent drew me to the left. It is a medley of amorous odors. From the tea roses to the antiques, the smell can't be captured by words. It lightens the heart and fogs the mind. I now understand what chemist are attempting to replicate in perfume bottles. I would hoped to be bathed in this scent forever. It's comforting, it's warm, it's home.
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