I remember a warm summer morning, the scent of eucalyptus in your living room-sun beaming through onto the kitchen floor-you standing there, body-firm as ever, eyes set like twin emerald constellations exploding with golden tinges of yellow...I remember the smell of your sunscreen-your softness. Then you brought me lemon verbena, and white nectarine to taste together-That taste was stamped with you...You were the lemon verbena, Natalie.
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