The End
The End:
What does it smell like?
Snow. wine. fire. autumn. ink.
What?
The Unknown:
Tasteless. Odorless. Mysterious.
Until proven otherwise.
But secretly, I think it smells like:
A spring breeze. bread baking. love-making. old paper...
Like coming home.
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I love words. I love putting them together and seeing what happens. They are my soul on paper. Through them, I hope to discover truth, create beauty, and inspire change.
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