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23 June, 2012

Smells

The smell of decaying vegetation is the same the world over.
There's no dialect of rot, no changing intonation in the fundamental scent.

It's the smell of active entropy, reminding those who inhale that they are powerless to the sway of its inevitable persuasion.

But, all is not death.

When the wind catches right, you can smell the beginnings of the stench of life.