The Lemon Fern Perfume.

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With you, I want to be in a sepia musty room, lying on a green velvet couch, covered in a dusty woollen blanket. The two of us listening to music: the organ’s drones, piano cords percolating — tripping on this discourse. Staring into each other’s eyes, smiling, playing and absorbing the atmosphere. I want to smell the scent of freshly brewed coffee — the two of us nestling in each other’s arms. Outside the weather, be whatever it may be, all that…