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April 19, 2017 - 88 words
Lilacs appeared overnight. Under cover of darkness they must have slipped in, sprouted, bloomed, and sent their smooth perfume into the small apartment courtyard before dawn’s light could catch them. I walked down the new enchanted aisle, on my way to work, and found myself in a flashback: a country hill in rural America, a sharp spring wind. Something about a circle of rocks. Where was this? When? I inhaled 25 years of entombed memories, unearthed by the small purple flowers dappling the bush in front of me.