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The sight of rain, of wet clothes, wet plants, wet doorsteps, wet hopes and dreams, and, that known scent of sadness and grief all these...create soggy, sluggish minds we just lost two dogs to the virus the glum of monsoon rains affects the moods the "yays" from cancelled classes have all passed... sun is shining, not too bright, though, peeps like a tease, but, enough to dry the ground... i see vacant lots...almost naked now motor's droning hum is a lullaby that lulls the mind a strong smell stirs the nostrils and defines a welcome pleasance... i sniff....and chase away sadness, with this intriguing scent .....of freshly cut grass.... Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan     July 25, 2018
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
Scents
The sight of rain, of wet clothes, wet plants, wet doorsteps, wet hopes and dreams, and, that known scent of sadness and grief all these...create soggy, sluggish minds we just lost two dogs to the virus the glum of monsoon rains affects the moods the "yays" from cancelled classes have all passed... sun is shining, not too bright, though, peeps like a tease, but, enough to dry the ground... i see vacant lots...almost naked now motor's droning hum is a lullaby that lulls the mind a strong smell stirs the nostrils and defines a welcome pleasance... i sniff....and chase away sadness, with this intriguing scent .....of freshly cut grass.... Sally © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan     July 25, 2018
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sally-a-bayan
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F/Filipino
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
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