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Potency.
She made perfume from fresh flowers and wine with her hands. She wore the color like lipstick and kissed his lips to match her own. Cherry. She loved him. She loved with a love that was dainty and kind and true. She settled down, danced in the kitchen to an isthmus of nightlight, drank the wine she made and sang arbitrary lyrics to songs never written.
And if you were to ask her about it now, she wouldn't be able to remember any of it.
