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The Story
Some heat is best met alone.
Sugar arrives first, pink and chewed-soft. Then the flowers come up damp...jasmine, tuberose, osmanthus, sweating in the sun. A clementine is peeled somewhere close by, and the bright sharpness of it cuts across the sweetness for a moment. Sunscreen settles over warm shoulders. Sandalwood stays underneath, smooth and unhurried, holding everything in place.
Thinking gives way to feeling. What's left is a body in high summer, sweet and a little feral, alone and entirely fine with it. This is for long afternoons with nowhere to be and no one to answer to.
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The Perfumer
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