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The only sign of a seam between sea and sky, a bright, slim line; the sun falling, pooling; a slick of liquid gold.

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Stop and smell the roses

The advice to stop once in a while to smell the roses is all well and good. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work so well for me: I am anosmic, which means that I am lacking a sense of smell. Still … … Continue reading

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