Cardamom

I close my eyes and inhale.

Count to ten.

Sounds and smells invade the world behind closed lids, polite and subtle, not like the constant blaring insistence of sight.

The crisp metallic hum of the computer on the desk in front of me. Nearby, the steady, seductive rasp of pages turning--patient, smooth, the rate of a browser, not a page faster or slower like a skimmer or a reader. I hear the nervous rap-tap-tap of a pencil and open my eyes, annoyed. Af

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