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Wednesday, March 06 2002
So Sweet

I never smelled a tree, or flower smelling so sweet.

The walk from my work to the bus station, in the dwindling evening light, I walked past a tree with blossoms precociously budding at the mild San Francisco spring. And then I smelled them. Like a cloud of vaporized honey, enveloping me and my senses. I felt as if I was walking through a cloud of it, viscosity so high that just to walk was a monumental task. And turn my head, lift my nose and take one more *sniff* ...

and I was out of the Siren's range.

Walked onto the bus a little bit happier than before.

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