As a little girl I loved spring because it brought lilacs. My mom would cut them and make a big arrangement and the sweet smell would fill our house. A fresh, clean, innocent smell. My auntie knew I loved them and would always bring me big bouquets every spring for many years. So it was a few minutes of reminiscing as I walked the lilac path in Central Park. I had to indulge…breathing in the sweet nectar of these blooms…capturing the beauty.
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