Flakon11e

In the frosty winter, I carried you in memory of warmer days. Now you sneak back into my heart, dry my tears, and carry me from the blooming orange trees past the juniper bushes to the lavender field. Fresh herbs scent the garden. A little...

Originally, I just wanted to write a statement: Blinking aldehyde stars Bergamot rosebud ignites incense & blooms cool incense as a recurring myth bright rose remains present grounded vetiver under the starry sky I tested the gray,...