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The peachy bliss of the hot house, still and silent, a scent escapes, running along paths, creamy flowers fragrant, enveloping. Bury the face in tuberose in jasmine and breath, its edible elixir, delicious. A cool church, a song of sweet sultry summer, cream and satin, pearls and champagne, a spray of flowers sing, light pours in, music dances up to the rafters and scent hums exotic, ethereal, celestial. Time stands still while summer shifts on the breeze.