since the smell of death and dark befell this abode ... The aromas are lifting back into the little flurries in spasms of flushing out the home with an array of activities in scented candles, incense and lotions and potions, waxes and polish and antibacterial etc, which daughter put it lovely once, of me in our home.
Though these are intermixed with another home that fell under the dark clouds of forebode too ...
I woke up today after more recent clear in clean of layers taken back even further. Back more to where it was ...
...once upon a clear and it felt indescribably wonderful.
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