When I was in fifth grade, my family lived in a house with a honeysuckle bush growing along part of the fence. I'm embarrassed to say I don't remember how they smelled, but I remember that a detached blossom had one portion that one could pull out, drawing out a small, sweet-tasting drop of liquid.
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Date: 21 Aug 2008 02:37 (UTC)