I’d hurry up if I had to go in after she did
Try to hold my breath
Didn’t want to smell Gran’s scent
Coudn’t put my finger on it
Something musky, something stale
I didn’t know then what it was
But it made me feel scared
She’s long since gone
But I smelled it today
I know what is is now
The perfume of age
# perfume #dailyprompt #aging
Life On The Skinny Branches 
great piece!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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I can relate. I was always afraid of my father’s mother when I was very little. I think it was because of her old scent. It is amazing how we connect scents to memories.
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Very powerful.
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