FRAGRANCE
The dramatic sunset, the sky’s colours swirled from dark blue through aquamarine pale to saffron yellow before an explosion of crimson and scarlet. Her head felt like she was swimming in a rainbow but the real intoxication came from the night-blossoming fragrance of jessamine. Was she drunk or in love?
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