I have returned to the hamlet of my childhood. The tiny village is bordered by hedges of white flowers aglow in the moonlight ― masses of honeysuckle drip nectar as jasmine sweetens the purple-black shadows cast by spikes of heady tuberose. The west wind remains in love with the hyacinth; the narcissus by the reflecting pool remain in love with themselves.
summer dream ―
the perfume atomiser
shattered glass
by Hortensia Anderson
New York City, New York
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