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The breeze that wafted onto the balcony brought with it the scent of orange blossoms.
Jamie loved that smell, it reminded him of his Mother. Nothing could equal the comforting aroma.
Jamie put his head through the balustrade to breathe it in.
He’d never accept she’d gone.
This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge:
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