For me, to feel Lebanese is to be one with the air. One whiff of the air, and the eyes close, taking in a lot more than just the air.
The air is bittersweet in Spring and Autumn. In winter a waft of fresh coffee floats to excite your tired soul. Sometimes it’s the neighbors’ incense burning and you feel someone cares about something, about someone. You take a deep breath and you care too.
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