An Excerpt A Day - November 26

Something chirps in the tree. I walk toward it and look up. A cardinal roosts on a fat branch, praising the day. I pick up a camphor seed and place it under my nose -- its raw scent tells of a lost summer, rich and full.

(from the novel The Pacific Between)

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Dawno said…
You put up a countdown!! Yay!

Another evocative post. Although camphor doesn't say summer to me -- I think winter, having colds and using camphor rub for the sinuses. I wonder why does it say summer to your character? I look forward to finding out.

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