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smellyTopic: "Tea Olive" (7)
Magnolia, Gardenia, Mimosa, Tea Olive, are the aromatic components of early memory in the southeastern United States of America. Despite the warmness of the Shire, which characterizes the pleasantry of an evening darkened beyond the call of another morrow, there is nothing sweeet in the air. It is as if the senses are truly limited to "accentuate the positive, and eliminate the negative". The night swiftly comes, and it falls, silently, unannounced, and no one has anything elevant to report. Frodo looks for the same things that catch the eye of his cat, who hunts, but does no more than Simba, raised for an eternity behind streel.
A deep and dark evening tide, without aroma, is like the brilliant commercial which references a "day without sunshine." There is something missing when Frodo can stroll about the Shire, and feel no juxtaposition between that which is native, and that which impinges upon the vibrancy of life. It grows upon days end, and yet there is no call from the whippoorwill. Perhaps poor Frodo was meant to make his own music this night, and to learn that one cannot always rely on that which one discovers, as opposed to that which one creates.
There is violin music in the City of Orleans, and that was not alwaus so.
