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As we bumped along the pockmarked bitumen to Lakobe a truck filled with Ylang Ylang flowers heading for the distillery past us. I closed my eyes and inhaled, the smell of the fonnes of flowers overpowering even the diesel fumes. The hot heavy february madagascan weather expectant with rain seemed to momentarily liven the heavy scent and I realised I had smelled that before. I was in a 2000 year ol...
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wendy campbell
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bring me that horizon, let me swoon n a field of ylang ylang, sea and stars, your sublime...
Being transported back to a time of indulgent ape from angry ape was pure delight. A beautiful time weaving tale of when the best of man was driven by eloquent trade. Thank you.