The Scent of Home

An indescribable scent, warm and odd

Greeting me at the doors of the school, confusing my person

Causing me to briefly scan my left, then my right

Unfortunately, she never appears within sight

Merely her scent overwhelms me, hugging me close

Blowing my threads of hair back behind my face, embarrassing me

A light giggle of wind, then her scent once again vanishes

Perhaps this is what they call the scent of home

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