Hopeful anticipation.
An aroma of hope rises in the air, soft and inviting,
gently calling forth a sense of anticipation;
drawing it up from the deep well of my being.
It does not yet contain the scent of present joy,
for it is carried on the distant winds of future days,
providing only hints of a sweet fragrance
floating down through time,
the smoke of incense
swimming in the breeze.
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