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  • There is no competition, really (although freshly-mown grass did try very hard to overtake it). There is nothing fresher, nothing more intoxicating than those brief two weeks during which all of the side streets in our neighbourhood become saturated with the smell of lilac. I could set up camp under those bushes. I can never resist stopping to sniff them, no matter how late I am for an appointment.

    Actually, I love the white lilac even more, but this makes a better picture.
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