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"The farm smelled of home. Of something that didn't care if I was gone. I sat in the rental car, engine dead, windows open. I breathed in cut grass and summer heat. I smelled the iron-tang of well water. And underneath it all, carried on the wind, was the smell of horse. A deep, warm musk. My thighs pressed together. I didn’t even notice I was doing it. Six years. Six years in Aarhus, with its ceramic market stalls."