to the Sanctuary. To comfort herself, she thought that since she expected to specialize in Plant Wicca, she could come here to study the possibilities of these magnificent acacia trees; she would love to save the scent in a bottle, even if it had no magic. The flowers, looking like bunches of fuzzy, soft, yellow grapes, smelled like a mixture of roses, honey, and warm, drying grass. A strong, insistent fragrance, not subtle at all, demanding attention, and even a little disturbing at times. It followed them out of the park, calling them back. For Donna, it will forever be the scent of summer.

                                         ~~~ The End ~~~

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