Spring was a time I always looked forward to.
The little primary green buds,
The useless floral dresses that one couldn't possibly wear in the still-wintery weather,
The magnolias, pink and white, strikingly unabashed about its beauty.
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Last night I packed into my suitcase what I hadn't looked at in a year.
2 black jumpers - one v-neck, one wrap-around
1 grey jumper - the charcoal sister of the black v-neck
1 apple green jumper - for a touch of spring
And a whole lot of silly tops I probably wouldn't get to wear.
As I took them out of plastic storage boxes
I smelt each piece.
Someone once told me his memories are intrinsically linked to his sense of smell.
Melbourne has always been like that to me.
Steam in the bathroom, frangipanni oil, lotus flower, mom's bathrobe, milo's paws, roast lamb, akira's broth, purple leather coat.
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I'd never be able to tell you about all the memories that Melbourne holds for me;
Some pretty, some ugly.