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Jun 2017
The sound of a ceiling fan not properly installed.
The smell of steel and iron on a hot day.
The taste of salt.
Walking through a cemetery as the sun goes down.
Piano music.
Do you know why I love these things?
None of them remind me of you.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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       july hearne, --- and Lvice
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