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the sticky smell of the dogwood blossoms as i drive through the streets most familiar to me brick houses and front porches and dogs in the backyards windows down the sun is out but the trees aren't yet green i could close my eyes and the way would find itself to me left right right foot on the brakes and park
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC
dogwood
the sticky smell of the dogwood blossoms as i drive through the streets most familiar to me brick houses and front porches and dogs in the backyards windows down the sun is out but the trees aren't yet green i could close my eyes and the way would find itself to me left right right foot on the brakes and park
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC
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