I woke to the strong fragrance of honey,
And some other herb that,
I could not name, unknown to titles.
Though the smell; nameless it be,
Held hands with the honey,
And danced across the tent.
Conjuring up old memories, an older life.
This one is new.
Yet somehow that morning breath took me
Back home, to a place I knew once,
Not so long ago.
They say scent is the strongest,
Reminder,
Remember,
Odd?
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