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History of the Self: Smell and Memory
Christina Kim
The thing that surprised me the most about all of this was we, as in humanity, knew very little about this sense that I was now learning to live without. Like the smell of onions sizzling, rain on warm concrete, or my yaya's perfume. How does that go from out there in the world, into my nose, up into my brain, and become a fundamental part of my memories, emotions, my story?
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