Listen: Sometimes as I am walking home late at night, I scent her fragrance. No matter the exhaustion of all that has come before, no matter the exhaustion of all that is to come, these things mean exactly nothing when I feel her near. She waits, no doubt, for moments such as these: summer nights….
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Another gripping story about a woman and her long lasting fragance that envelopes everythig in its path. Again, the scent stands for the woman, the part for the whole, which in poetry is known as synecdoche. I enjoyed every line of your story.