Taste: cornbread; cayenne
Touch: kissing her candid brow
Sight: withering flowers, decomposition; carriages and phaetons
Sound: as sincere as the bark of a dog
Smell: lit candles wax
Extra: in dream: being chased by zombies
Quotable: "I have been little disposed to gather flowers which would wither in my hand, but now I shall pluck them with eagerness..."
Grateful for: a roof, walls, shelter
Touch: kissing her candid brow
Sight: withering flowers, decomposition; carriages and phaetons
Sound: as sincere as the bark of a dog
Smell: lit candles wax
Extra: in dream: being chased by zombies
Quotable: "I have been little disposed to gather flowers which would wither in my hand, but now I shall pluck them with eagerness..."
Grateful for: a roof, walls, shelter
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