Susan Steen (2)


There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.  — Lord Byron

Cracking the window, the smell washed over me. It wasn’t an offensive scent, as a skunk might force into my nasal passages. It was the smell of clean air and of the gentle breeze pressing the scent of rain into my senses.

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