まつたり

When i was young, I doubt if there'd be a day when I'd like perfume, I used to think that they resemble the whiskey on the shelf...not particularly tasteful.. But as we grow older, we realize the power of scent. Picking up a beautiful wooden bottle from a few months ago, immediately brought back the scenes from the cold streets and a mixed feeling of joy and uncertainties.
Was it just my imagination, or does it really connect to our senses?
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Imagine if my job requires me to buy fresh flowers everyday... will our dream come true?
to-do list remains long...