“Whenever I smell a flower—my heart tells me each time that a memory of something extremely beautiful and precious is connected to the fragrance, something that had been mine long ago and became lost. It’s also the same with music, and sometimes with poems—all of a sudden something flashes, just for a moment, as if all at once I saw my lost home below in a valley, and then it immediately disappears and is forgotten.”— Hermann Hesse, from “Iris”, The Fairy Tales of Hermann Hesse (trans. Jack Zipes)
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