He smells of the musty and comfort aroma of smoke.
It's not like any other aroma as it is from the desert. A desert filled with life and death held in suspended animation of blissful peace.
Where life and death ebb in harmony and all the city's societal woes drift from the mind
The smoke that transports me to fields of sage and burning wood.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
He smells of the musty and comfort aroma of smoke.
It's not like any other aroma as it is from the desert. A desert filled with life and death held in suspended animation of blissful peace.
Where life and death ebb in harmony and all the city's societal woes drift from the mind
The smoke that transports me to fields of sage and burning wood.
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