Filled with bottled scents
each carrying memories
that one is from Her
each carrying memories
that one is from Her
It was one of those days. You know the ones- cold but not unpleasant, with nothing to do- chores all done, house tidy, should be content but too bored to be happy. I was sat in my reading corner beside the window as my mother walked in.
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