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Writing is her sanctuary and panacea. Saffron and fragrant lemon create a tumultuous warmth of ink scent, as if now within a newspaper office, watching them hurry with manuscripts in hand, their steps tapping out notes, their minds carefully weighing each word, contemplating new pieces. Then, iris, leather, and sandalwood make their appearance in turn; this is her study, her lighthouse, and her cave. The world fades into invisibility, accompanied only by freedom and imagination.