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Flower, blossoms, flutter in the morning crisp breeze. Stetting them self as if they own the whole park. As children play around, the petals of spring get crushed. Some elderly people doss fresh, out of the oven, mouthwatering, baked bread. Garlic perhaps. Its fragrant, fresh and clean smell filled the womans aura around here. She ripped it into tiny pieces, and tossed them in the air, and laid on the concrete, path ed sidewalk. Laughter filled the morning like it was a virus that couldn't be removed with a simple antidote. It was a symphonic expertions, and it was indulging. I took every last minute of it, and sucked it in, for it was a drug that I was addicted to. Though, this drug was calming and healthy. It was the best memory of my life, nor will it be forgotten easily. I loved it. My sensory skills have improved dramatically, since I went blind.