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Oct 2018
As I listen to the soft stomping of feet
and
The distant sounds of people murmuring,
I think to myself
this feels
familiar;
this feels
like home.

The cold air smelled like fabric softener
the same way
The house felt when my mother cooked.

And it feels like I can breathe again.
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