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Like unwritten sonnets hovering in the tapestry of our fleeting moments, every scent muses a memory before vanishing into the ether. - Eleanor Ignis Like unwritten sonnets hovering in the tapestry of our fleeting moments, every scent muses a memory before vanishing into the ether. - Eleanor Ignis Like unwritten sonnets hovering in the tapestry of our fleeting moments, every scent muses a memory before vanishing into the ether. - Eleanor Ignis