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When I smell Bois Doré, I see a quiet cemetery forest. This may sound paradoxical to readers who know the scent. After all, it has no mossy, earthy, or other underworldly undertones. The image is of an emotional nature and a co-creation...

Dear Diary, today I am writing to you fresh from the water. We were here in Andalusia at the lagoon. The water had a color like the most beautiful eyes in the world. Green-blue, shimmering turquoise in the sunlight. You could see all the way to the bottom. Today...