What worries me a little is that I now feel an uncommon
level of trust for the person in question. Trust is a dangerous and usually
foolish thing to embrace, but I always was a risk taker in all matters
meaningfully abstract.
And could this, I wonder, have anything to do with the pungent
scent of fresh jasmine flowers which is assailing my nostrils more frequently
than ever? Or do I need brain surgery?
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