Umberto EcoI love the smell of book ink in the morning.
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The smell of book ink in the morning is a pleasant and nostalgic fragrance that is reminiscent of childhood and school. When we were children, we would write our names on all sorts of things: paper, paper bags, rocks, and even on our bodies for good luck. You can still smell this as you read or as you leaf through a book.
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