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Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy

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Maggie Stiefvater
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: November 18
Novelist
Writer
Harrisonburg
Virginia
Warm
Crisps
Buttery
Fruit
Ripe
Swirled
Sweet
Sharp
Raspberry
Pure
Apple
Peppermint
Almost
Nuts
Raspberries
Like
Apples
Earthy
Glass
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Crisp

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