Aromatic (Revisited)

One Saturday morning while walking along Broadway in Eugene, Oregon a beautiful young lady in spike heels emerged from a doorway. I didn’t see her face, but she must have fallen into a vat of perfume. If scent had color I would not have been able to see where I was going. I crossed the street in order to get my breath.

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