Shown here is a tiny part of Sr. Gioachino Rossini’s “William Tell Overture”. It is an extensive piece of music, made of a great many notes, played by a great many musicians.
Sometimes Smelling seems to be reduced to a snort, a snappy reduction of Experience. But Real Delectation of Scent is a romance between the Nostril and thousands of component wafts, each open to interpretation, each worthy of singular appreciation, each expressing its own source. Each contributing Whiff is comparable to a note in a grand piece of music.
Art is in the air.

I am grateful for you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️, your self-quarantined pal, Annie.
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Us too, and vice versa. Sort of a mind-bending state of affairs, all told. BTW I am scheduled to have a show of my pix from YIR at a tiny museum in Bellefonte in October, so the Art World had better batten its hatches. Answer: Yes, I am upping my meds. I am allowed 80 pix out of 2000 plus.
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