Do You Remember Me?
The smell of flowers was intoxicating, as they were handled in thousands in that processing factory, and only with a keen sense of smell could one find a softer and more pleasant aroma, but rarer to be felt, the unmistakable perfume of the Krishaliam rose. _Mother... Are you there? The female wondered who this little male kriishen might be who unconsciously refused to run away or faint. For throughout the time she worked in that factory, she had never seen anything like it. It felt like something much more than a simple attachment, a feeling so strong that it reminded her of something like it that she had felt many years ago. Something the tempus made her forget even how to spell. But realizing it now with an intensity never seen in that place, she began to remember what she called i
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