How long he stood he did not know, but there was a foolish and yet delicious sense of knowing himself as an animal come from the forest, drawn by the fire. He was a thing of brush and liquid eye, of fur and muzzle and hoof, he was a thing of horn and blood that would smell like autumn if you bled it out on the ground. He stood a long long time, listening to the warm crackel of the flames. - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
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Sunday, November 20, 2022
The Smell of Fireplace Smoke
For most of human history, most people smelled of fireplace smoke.
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