December 20, 2010
The Hum of Heavy Nectar
The smell of crushed clover always brings me back to the sticky heat of mid-July, when the air was so thick with...
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December 19, 2010
The Breath of Stone
The smell of wet slate always brings me back to the damp wool of a winter coat, heavy and clinging to the...
December 19, 2010
The Ember in the Marrow
The smell of woodsmoke always finds the back of my throat first, a sharp, resinous ghost that tastes like December nights and...