Conservatory Sensory Connections

It was after dusk, and the room was darkened and steaming hot.

Classical music was playing softly, coming in from far away, yet setting the mood perfectly for romance.

I thought I saw something gleaming on the floor, down amongst a collection of rare and exotic flowers that someone had clearly put a lot of time and effort into arranging for me to see.

And as I moved in closer, I saw written on a tiny note, “Smell me, I’m fragrant!”

I tell you what, if I was not in a plant conservatory and being given this message by a nice-smelling plant, I’d be a little creeped out right now.

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