It's not what it sounds. Or maybe it is exactly as it sounds. I am living in a fully panelled room right now. For the next few days as things are being rearranged in my new house I'm downstairs in a room that is floor to ceiling (and ceiling) panelling. It smells like fir to me. I could be wrong. My nose is off these days.
Upstairs if the doors are open it smells like cedar. The ocean must be tied to every molecule of cedar because when it's wet it smells like the salty air when you get close to the ocean. I'd forgotten how the trees up here retain that salty smell.
I must admit: I'm a chicken.
Friday, August 04, 2006
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I appreciate your bare honesty. Found you via Linnea'a blog. Thanks for being authentic in your writing.
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