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The smell of woodsmoke in your hair, dampened by the shower fog. The subtle morning chorus, the hungover smell of *** the tangle of our ankles beneath the pillows.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Un Matin, Engourdir
The smell of woodsmoke in your hair, dampened by the shower fog. The subtle morning chorus, the hungover smell of *** the tangle of our ankles beneath the pillows.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
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