First, There Was The Scent Of Thyme
February 9th, 2020 | Literature | journalpulp | No CommentsFirst, there was the scent of thyme. It drifted through her body in the form of fevers — an invisible emanation, soft and swirling, like a drift of water. The intangible fragrance of a thing, like an essence continually expelled. But by what or whom? Of what chemistry composed? Of what crude matter made? Entering […]
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