Cinnamon drift
I know you well. Cinnamon invading my senses as I mix this year's festive creation. How you colour the air with shades of eastern wonder, dreaming of camels wading across the wide and arid deserts, the heat of the day sweating away the cool of the night.
And now your aroma spreads through the whole, like a heady perfume of memories - yesterday, today and tomorrow. The drift of your presence lifts me into another place, and a sense of being and becoming draws me further along.
The End
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