A Quote You Can Taste

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Doesn’t this perfectly describe the moment when you can smell leaves and smoke at the same time in October or November?
Budapest, Hungary1“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”

— Don DeLillo, White Noise

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