| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Pour Un Homme by Caron One spring morning we were butchering (in a cruel-to-be-kind kind of way) our lavender hedge by the front door and there was a light breeze from the east blowing gently down the hall and I was wearing this, and the smell of the freshly hewn branches, stems and foliage was as clear a reflection of the perfume as if it were cast in the mirrored surface of the pond further into
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