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Post by agrimmeer on Dec 31, 2021 16:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by petra6 on Jan 1, 2022 15:57:36 GMT -5
agrimeer, love the word petrichor, if any thing ever deserved it own word it would be the smell of rain.
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Post by petra6 on Jan 1, 2022 16:01:35 GMT -5
agrimeer, love the word petrichor, if any thing ever deserved it own word it would be the smell of rain.
between your dream and mine, i suppose that is where we all live, and all we can know of each other. How well said. Looking forward to reading mor fron you, friend.
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Post by agrimmeer on Jan 2, 2022 23:02:22 GMT -5
I'm glad you got something from these two, Petra.
That exact smell is so... delicious to my senses. Maybe it's because of my Aspergers--my having a ramped up sense of smell. I don't know. To me, pre-rain even smells differently in NY than it does in TX.
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Post by agrimmeer on Sept 28, 2022 10:18:18 GMT -5
These are dead links now, since this mag has moved on to newer issue and not yet archived their Dec-2021 issue, which contains these 2 poems. I'll update these links once they make the issue available again (as an archived issue).
DoubleSpeak's archive is active, and these links go elsewhere again.
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