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Aug 2022
I went whittling
and smoking in the woods
When I finished cutting my three pieces, all unique, all distinctive, all pale and soft withΒ Β 
white wood underbellies that exposed their grains and knots,
I paused and smelled my hands
They smelled of smoke and wood and sweat, and dusky summer air
I rather liked it that way,
my scent.
Written by
Fionn  18/US
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