It was too wet to play…So we collected dewy flowers and put them in bud vases and old parfum bottles.the snap dragons glowed yellow grins and the rose hips told Finn not to eat them.a parade of petals all lined up.The room smells like florals and musks and rain.like my grandmother’s parfum and the inside of the last forgotten summer flower.sweet and light and bright on this grey afternoon.

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