“She smelled of flowers and rain. A meadow beneath a storm. It was intoxicating, and before he could even ponder why he would think something so flighty, he pulled in lungfuls of it until he swayed slightly. His eyes sprang… — Micah Persell Copy Share Image
“She smelled of flowers and rain. A meadow beneath a storm. It was intoxicating, and before he could even ponder why he would think… — Micah Persell Copy Share Image
