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Jun 21
the leather console

of my father's 80s

"funeral-car" ( grey station wagon),

imbibed a copious helping of:

Winston cigarettes.

it was unusually cold

out there--& the leather

console left a memorable

fragrance.

delicious really...
Onoma
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