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Scent of Solace I turned and you were gone. Clusters of blue hydrangea and the scent of sweet privet, were all that remained. The cobblestones I'd traversed for so many years, seemed threatening. A police officer asked, 'are you okay?' Suddenly, a whiff of pine reminded me, of a pillow I'd had in Vermont. It was filled with prickly needles, offering a certain scent of solace. I turned but you were gone.
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