Rebecca Watson on Nostr: it was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and Scrooge was conscious of a thousand odors, ...
it was the afternoon of Christmas Eve and Scrooge was conscious of a thousand odors, each one connected with a thousand thoughts and hopes and joys and cares long, long forgotten.
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