SCENTED DREAMS

waking in the middle of the night, she could still smell the scent of the pinkish purple heather meadows, where her dreams took her. the meadows that allowed her to have endless walks and sudden falls – knowing the landing will be soft. soft enough not to break. firm enough to walk further. the meadows showed her how colorful life could be, in winter still. reminiscing that smell, brought her back to sleep.

-sjk

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