I can't believe I've been doing this for 6 months! I think it is strange how quickly the process becomes smoother. As usual, I've transcribed the poem below the blackout.
Perhaps you'd like to read the original article instead of trying to squint through my purple felt pen marks. Thanks, BookPeople!
Unusually interactive noses smell weird and nasty reasoning.
You can learn how my uncanny ability to track legendary amusement without washing it
might seem strange, given my long obsession with the pinnacle of olfactory experience.
Perfumes never really understood what they could be,
until the most beautiful rose in creation landed at the doorstep of the mothership.
Now smell this holy grail of fragrance; this portal of sensory pleasure.
Their words conjured this oasis of literary rogues.
Engaging the plush couch encourages responses from one personally answered glass of wine.
Coming to my senses feels a lot like a woman embracing pleasure, saying, "Yes!"
Happy delight brings people to this universe,
the exclusive world where the most rare and precious juice is the ephemeral door we walk through into life.
-Danielle Howe, Master Connoisseur
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