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There's a certain smell, when winter turns into spring - but it's not yet spring, only a hint of spring - that triggers this in me. It's not so much visual, but a certain smell of the earth, of nature, that calls and makes me want to go… somewhere.

And sadly, with each passing year, the calls is quieter. So I turn back and continue to read my emails, and my news feed, because, well, dopamine. Sigh.

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