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Saturday 26 July 2008

With the rain

Early morning in Carmine. Not one of the glamorous, sunglasses-bright breakfast-overlooking-Lago Maggiore mornings we've been having of late, but overcast and delicately raining.

I'm addicted to the smells of Carmine when it rains gently after a period of drought.

Soft earth.

Fig leaves.

Honeysuckle.

Wet cat.

Grass and woodland.

And the scent of the ancient stones themselves. The musk of ages.

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Saturday 26 July 2008

With the rain

Early morning in Carmine. Not one of the glamorous, sunglasses-bright breakfast-overlooking-Lago Maggiore mornings we've been having of late, but overcast and delicately raining.

I'm addicted to the smells of Carmine when it rains gently after a period of drought.

Soft earth.

Fig leaves.

Honeysuckle.

Wet cat.

Grass and woodland.

And the scent of the ancient stones themselves. The musk of ages.

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