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Picture smoke rising from the chimney of a cottage nestled against something lovely–a mountain, a forest, a coffee bar with really good pastries…See how the smoke curls up, so distinct and visible and then dissolves into the sky? How it disappears into something bigger than itself? All that’s left is the scent of wood smoke as you walk home in the rainy dusk. Pictures fill your head of what’s at the end of your road: A kitchen full of kids. A big golden dog. Soup simmering. Music playing. Homework idling. Fireplace crackling, smoke rising…Pull your scarf closer. Grin. Quicken your step towards home.