As my fingers press into the recess of an old pot pourri jar, the gentle scents of its content tickle my senses, and my mind takes a journey, on the gossamer tendrils of its fragrance, through The Memories Of A Life Time...
Monday, December 12, 2005
Jasmine
As my fingers press into the recess of an old pot pourri jar, the gentle scents of its content tickle my senses, and my mind takes a journey, on the gossamer tendrils of its fragrance, through The Memories Of A Life Time...
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