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Scent
Scent is such an emotive sense. Sitting here the smell of warm gloss paint takes me back to the evening in winter I moved back into a small bedroom in my parents house. All weekend I'd worked with my Dad on lining the coldest wall with wood and as we moved back in that smell was there, clean and comforting. It's a bit like winter tonight. The storm has kicked in and it's raining hard outside. Im sure the trellis I fixed at the weekend will break again despite the nails and screws I used to hold it into place against the local cats. Whilst it storms outside at least its warm, comforting and a nice smell to sleep to.
