By an entrance to the park from the light-industrial, railway arch culture area east of London Fields, are a trio of fine Scots Pines, lending a forest-like, mountain-scenery air to the park. Long my they live, releasing their sweet clean scent over the zone. When I was pregnant I loved the smell of any solvents: gasoline and pine floor cleaner the best. That has faded now, but still the smell of pine is exciting, wild.
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