The scent of scents

The day was icy, but underlying the cold I met a scent of earth, of a dawning, a tang of expectation, that wafted over the tired streets and through naked, yet already dreaming branches. Unexpectedly it seemed to take weight off everything. The fragrance of all of my fortysix springs came alive in it, as well as the promise of another. Such is the scent of a new beginning.

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