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	<title>Comments on: The Scent of a Town</title>
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		<title>By: Monica-Maria</title>
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		<dc:creator>Monica-Maria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is strange. The things we find delight in. Every time my husband and I walk underneath the linden trees on our street or during any walk that lands us under them, I cry out &quot;linden trees&quot;. I think my obsession with linden trees goes back to the memories of growing up walking through our neighborhood. Even though I haven&#039;t been there in twenty years, I bet I could find those linden trees again. Funny, I always thought our mother just liked the scent of linden and the taste of linden tea. I didn&#039;t realize there was a memory of Eutin attached to that memory. How many other seemingly small whims carried a bushel of memories.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is strange. The things we find delight in. Every time my husband and I walk underneath the linden trees on our street or during any walk that lands us under them, I cry out &#8220;linden trees&#8221;. I think my obsession with linden trees goes back to the memories of growing up walking through our neighborhood. Even though I haven&#8217;t been there in twenty years, I bet I could find those linden trees again. Funny, I always thought our mother just liked the scent of linden and the taste of linden tea. I didn&#8217;t realize there was a memory of Eutin attached to that memory. How many other seemingly small whims carried a bushel of memories.</p>
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