"A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac."
"Life didn’t go how I had planned, but I couldn’t have planned a better life. Somewhere in between the beginning and eternity, I fought the war that we all must fight–the journey that in taking, forces us to come face to face with our own realities."
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