It's so long since I did a firinel-style gratitudes list, that

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Tangible

It hangs in the air, like the scent of a room filled with candles. Somehow, it is not the smell, or the smoke-screen that affects me. It is emotion, it is the thoughts of many which meet, the love of each seperate mind coming together.


I can feel it, and I rejoice in the sensation.