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| Why don't good things last forever? |
The pleasant fragrance of jasmine flowers always reaches me first, even before I spotted them.
And it always brings me back to younger days where they had a strong presence in my parents' old car.
Now, they are in my car.
This is what's left of them a day later.
I couldn't bring myself to throw them away; trying to hold onto that piece of memory.
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