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“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, [...]

Its very late; more conventional people have long ago turned in, but we have stayed up, to read, to think, to talk with a long forgotten person: ourselves.

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