The summer lilacs are a really big thing for the keeper. They are the harbinger of July and all it holds. They seem to take her back to her childhood summers. One whiff of their heady fragrance and she is five,
or eight, or eleven, roaming the river bank with a pack of neighbors, riding Sugar, or curled up on a porch swing reading dozens of books. They seem to make her magically happy.
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