… and, as she walked towards the Citadel of Damascus, she knew this one time she was walking through stillness. A silent and gentle walk of waiting. She knew she had played her part. Answered a pool of the pile of expectations, parting with its infinity. Planted the seeds of the Rose, the Damascene Rose. […]
Sweet November, Please Be Kind and Blessed
Oh, Dearest Father!
The Fragrance Code of Damascus
White. Serene. Beautiful. Perfumed.