Borders On Taste
“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in
one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the
smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honey-sweet
where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within
itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
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