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Dec 2014
The house had a strange familiar smell

A scent of cloth new mixed with fresh smell moisture

This scent smells that of a pine smell on the run, streaking down an oak table

A forest with no pathways untouched by human being

The sounds of rivers, a waterfall lets all your fear go

A smell that brings comfort to one’s soul
There's no real meaning to this one. But I DEFINITELY remember what was going on here. I was taken in. :) It's almost like I can smell the fabric softener that was on my clothes again.
Written by
Eppy B K Avery
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