An air of nostalgia beckons me for a walk into the greenery of Kew Gardens.
In a soundless world, damask roses graciously face in my direction.
As elegant frill trembles, sparkle dances.
A fragrant lilac reminiscent of endless purity and innocence.
A faint purple shade that caught my eye when I was gathering herbs in Andalusia.
My mind was filled with a sweet, gentle fragrance and a cool scent of herbs.
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