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/02/ The Body Crème - Citrus

The fruit was already warm when you picked it.
The grove was silent except for the sound of your footsteps and the low hum of bees moving with purpose. You peeled an orange right there, skin still dewy with early light, and the air burst open with citrus and sun and something ancient, something alive.
You thought: this is what morning should smell like.
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