Glass Acts
Jun 01, 2022
2 minutes
WRITTEN BY Edward McCann
hen I entered a greenhouse for the first time as a child, the warmth and humidity of its tropical climate fogged my eyeglasses. I removed my scarf and mittens, inhaling deeply the unexpected scent of sweet earth and fragrant blossoms; during my time inside, everything outside seemed inconsequential. That childlike sense of wonder and pleasure returns each time
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