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Apr 2016
I can see the silhouettes of trees against the night sky
I hear the chatter of friends around the glow of a campfire
It might have been a lawn chair but I swear it was the drivers seat of the world
and all I love was riding shotgun
All this from the smell of a cool breeze on a  busy work day
#work #SmellThePast
Jose Rodriguez
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Jose Rodriguez  Nevada
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