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Apr 10
That brief smell after the long dry spell,
Earthy richness released in sun warmed soil.
The scent emanating from rapidly drying grass,
These are the incenses from the ground.
Traces of the earth on which we all ride.
One of my favorite sensory sensations.
I keep seeing petrichor being used a lot recently.  Here’s my offering.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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