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Clean Sheets

by amanda-shelton

*I take a deep breath into my nose to smell the freshness of clean sheets. Aw yes, I love that smell, that warm fresh scent, that crisp air smell. There's nothing else that can compare, to the smell of fresh clean sheets it's an aroma I will never forget. I remember when I was a kid, my mother took me to the laundromat to clean my sheets. I couldn't believe the smell, how I loved that smell, my mom couldn't get me to leave. We watched TV while the cloths were turning around and around, but I stared at the machine when my mom put in my bedsheets. I knew when they were through I would be in heaven smelling the clouds. I love clean sheets.* © By Amanda Shelton
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44 / F / California USA
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Jun 18, 2017
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