the windows are open and there is
a storm approaching. The beauty of it
all is that my entire bedroom is now
very fresh smelling. Is that how
it feels right before a storm? Love? Maybe death?
It is very human to attach a scent to a moment that
no longer exists. And even more human to allow
time to steal them all away.
:: 0323-2017 ::
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