I am not known for my acute sense of smell. When there is a bad smelling thing, I can't smell it. When there is a good smelling thing, I probably can't smell it.
Except all of a sudden there are smells everywhere. The wreath practically jumps off the door at me when I walk by and the enormous tree in the living room that we all decided had no scent at all was filling my lungs with forest scent as I read the Fountainhead the other day. Things that I specifically could not smell have smells, strong smells.
It's extraordinary. It's like. It's as if there were colors, and then they turned into crazy bright colors. Hypersensual. It feels hypersensual. Incredible, just incredible.
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