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The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year's thawed- out flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , long- ...
The room smelled of scorched wool . ... I caught the smell of rotting leaves , like the faint bouquet of a wine , as though the acrid vegetable smell of last year's thawed- out flowers were seeping through the damp , comfortless , long- ...
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He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered Turkish houses in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of rotting wood and of honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you touched ...
He began with an elaborate description of the smell of timbered Turkish houses in general . They smelled , he said , of the warm dust of rotting wood and of honey , especially on hot still afternoons when , if you touched ...
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I loved the smell of the fog — a faint smell of coal and steam . It was the smell of railway stations , ports , decks , of travelling , of long sea and land routes , of distant pink islands floating past in the violet - blue light of ...
I loved the smell of the fog — a faint smell of coal and steam . It was the smell of railway stations , ports , decks , of travelling , of long sea and land routes , of distant pink islands floating past in the violet - blue light of ...
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Blue Torches | 23 |
The Journalists Café | 36 |
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