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As I approached the barn, I stopped. Something in the air smelled like lilacs. That same lilac smell that wafted through my nostrils as I ran past my mom’s carefully tended lilac bush towards my carefully tended mud pile. I didn’t notice the lilacs at the time. Only now do I think about those lilacs.
Posted By Becster On 03.22.2011 @ 6:57 pm
