She approached me from behind as I stood bewitched by the rare midnight blossoming of a mindflower, all but faded from the forest floor. So intent was I on absorbing its perfume that I never heard a sound… so gone that I was knee-deep in bliss when I fell; nothing in the air but her smell, and the voices hidden in the night wind.

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