"Smell is the mute sense, the one without words. Lacking a vocabulary, we are left tongue-tied, groping for words in a sea of inarticulate pleasure and exaltation...if you cover your nose and stop smelling, you will die. Etymologically speaking, a breath is not neutral or bland--it's cooked air; we live in a constant simmering. There is a furnace
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You should read The Moon By Whale Light next.
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And I will check it out! I'm always in need of things to read (cool rhyme there)
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