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Mar 2021
the sticky smell of the dogwood blossoms as i drive through the streets most familiar to me
brick houses and front porches and dogs in the backyards
windows down the sun is out but the trees aren't yet green
i could close my eyes and the way would find itself to me
left right right foot on the brakes and park
phie
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