Thinking of her words, I realized that the previous breathless feeling derived from the blended smell of nearby seawater, oil and cement at the port, and the distant steels and machines. Nevertheless, I believed these formed just a tiny facet of the city. In the deeper sides of Kooggnnh, there must be the salty taste of rains and tears, the sweetness of cakes and palms, and the spiciness of brushes and pigments. These many flavors, grilled by the sun, fused together and became a sea breeze blowing to us.

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End of "The Boundless City of Sounds"