They knelt on the carpet of grass, damp with dew. Sofia glanced around, taking solace in her garden. Realizing she might never see it again, she closed her eyes and inhaled the delicate aromas of her luscious red roses, the creamy white honeysuckle, and her favorite, mounds of lilac bushes that blazed purple every spring.
-Jan Moran
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