05/31/2020
Camey5000
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It was once again
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It was once again.
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Forest all around me. I'm sitting in our clearing, in the middle of the green. It rained a few days ago, there is still a slight dampness over a clammy ground. Herbs and mushrooms create a witch's circle.
The trees nod to me and shake their treetops a little. Many a trunk has already had its fall and lies hidden in citric herb and in the bitterness and mould of earth and dandelion, of fennel and lichen. I think of the mandarins we brought with us. As soon as I smell resin. Nutmeg? Just a little bit, the corridors of beetles and other animals, in the cambium under the old barks, give off a light, charming animal sweetness. Balsamic, sensual, warm. It smells of wood. Wood, slightly dried. Of tonka. Of wood anemone. Violet? Aphrodisiac and velvety and dreamy.
The flickering light of the blossoming afternoon lays a filling power of cinnamon and vanilla over moss and lavender. I think back to the childhood days. The bath on Saturday evening, with light soap and plain cream. Of the quarrels with my brother and the reconciliations on the forest meadows. The scents of the past and present and the happiness that has remained with me. Delicate smoke takes my thoughts away. It's time to go home
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It's getting late.
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8.0 / 7.0 / 7.0 / ---
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