Fleeting Seasons

Sometimes between the much turned pages of a book, like a faint perfume of a pressed flower; between the soft gossamer layers of frayed yet much favoured clothes in the closet; in the smiles of certain people; in a swift backward glance; you will find the lilting, lingering traces of past monsoons, even in the midst of summer.

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