Too late, I recall my mother's words: "Fear not what you notice, fear what you do not."
I smelled the roses. I steeled myself against the scent, stepped past the trap of thorns. I relaxed, at peace, among the peaseblooms.
And now I am lost, entangled, ensnared, enloved, in love.
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