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My sister called me across the room away from the many types of same things and introduced me to Paeonia Lactiflora, saying. Smell her perfume. Look at her flowers. What lovely curvy leaves. Her flowers were a soft white, kissed with a suggestion of pink. Each one the size of a standard cup cake. With two stems twisted, candy stripe like, around stabilizing sticks 3/4 of an inch in diameter she stood four feet tall. This picturesque flora was like a sweet-scented dream come true to my nose. I could not leave the peony’s side. I even introduced her to a total stranger. Who walked away and left me to feel stranger. Weird or not resistance was futile. Paeonia Lactiflora and her twin sister now live with me. When I pass a Peony in bloom, it will always be while inhaling with my mouth open.
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