Never the same again

…not even the familiar scent of eucalyptus, or the sight of its leaves thrust into a nostril, or the drumroll of rain on currogated tin roof, or the visceral odor of a freshly opened abdomen– could ever be the same again.

—- Cutting for Stone, Abraham Verghese

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