"Once every few years, even now, I catch the scent of Africa. It makes me want to keen, sing, clap up thunder, lie down at the foot of a tree and let the worms take whatever of me they can still use.
I find it impossible to bear.
Ripe fruits, acrid sweat, urine flowers, dark spices, and other things I’ve never even seen — I can’t say what goes into the composition, or why it rises up to confront me as I round some corner hastily, unsuspecting. It has found me here on this island, in our little town…”
The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
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- michaelikesit said:every now and then I’ll get what I call the scent of eastern europe. It first struck me when I visited budapest for the first time.
- just-susanna said:i loved this book so very much, it helped shape parts of what i believe today.
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