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So poignant and full of grace, thank you, Lisette. It's been too long since I made space for this kind of creative writing. I miss you. <3

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💕 Ohhh I miss you too Kathleen! Thank you for these sweet words. Huge hug- let’s catch up soon. Xoxoxo

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So beautiful Lisette. I'm in the middle of a boring accounting day and this just took me out of it for a moment. thanks for sharing.

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Home to me smells like a forest after it's just rained. Interesting how for me now at my age, my home is here, wherever I am. I don't think back at all to my 'home' where I grew up. No good memories to be had there. Sensory, visually or otherwise.

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Ah the forest after rain. What a beautiful reference for home, Kim.

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Such grace, yes. Thank you for sharing so deeply, Lisette, and for your reminder to be with our hearts and homes. Home has always been a somewhat elusive concept for me — less a place of familiarity than a moment of connection through conversation. Or steps on the way back to the starting place of an extended journey (now a different place, as "you can't step in the same river twice"). That being said, the homiest smells for me are probably to do with wood — from trees to beams to floors to (controlled) campfires.

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Home as a moment of connection absolutely makes sense to me. I love that. And oh the many evocative scents of wood! From the lumber mill that lives in my deepest memories spraying water on logs so they don’t catch fire on a hot summer day, to the pine resin Neon and I collected the day we were married…

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