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The smell of hyacinth always brought back the memory of her mother, though Clara didn't know that's why she kept remembering her at such odd times. Usually while going for a walk, or occasionally while in the car, her nose out the window. In the spring. It was warm and the smells were fresher and painted clearer pictures. Clara didn't have a clear picture of her mother, or the others in the litter, but she remembered the feelings, and that was enough.