I am the sweet smell of family
I am the brilliant yellow of happiness, worn by the heartache and greif of life
I am the old youth
I am the strived for for love; the starcrossed lovers looking back on fifty years and ahead to many generations
I am the taste of comfort and security
I am the beautiful hair on the head of lost innocence
I am your grandfathers memory in the palm of your hand
I am your grandmothers rocking chair, creaking its many memories
I am the healer of broken souls
I am your unreachable, yet greatest desire
I, your invaluable friend, am Butterscotch
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