“The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.”
“My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen”
“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.”
“I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit.”
“The library would've cheered me up, most days. I loved the heavy oaken tables, the high walls stacked with books to the ceiling, the musty smell of old pages and the heavy brass fixtures that had gone dark with age and wear.”
“By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.”