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[hobozeller]

I was staring out my window in the attic today, for an amount of time I don't think I ever will, or will ever want to, know. I opened the window after it was suffieciently dark for the skylights to do nothing, and the richest, most aloof, temptous aroma wafted through. I was holding a borrowed book in my arms that smelled like any good book does,

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[full_bloom]

That sounds wonderful, and fragrantly magical. It makes me want to be in your attic, and not just because I am severely jealous of attic bedrooms and slanty ceilings in general.