It was a beautiful day in the south of France, Provence to be accurate. A bewildering field of lavender suddenly swam into my dazzled view. The perfume of the lavender was washing all over my skin, hands, and hair. It wasn’t much of a landscape that I was admiring, but an intoxicating scent I was breathing in. The lavender is a color one can smell, but never forget. It’s the essence of paradise.
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