purlthroughthebackloop
Love, thoughts, travel, and some difficult knitting techniques.
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Scent
She smelled exactly like Paris, even though she had never been. Still, the perfume was as sweet and as foreign as an alleyway in an ancient metropolis.
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