and then a mix of woodchips and of coffee beans.
after that, of honey suckle, but only if you breathed in deep.
and now it smells like a fine day to leave the windows open
and let the air rustle the curtains
in the heat.
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and then a mix of woodchips and of coffee beans.
after that, of honey suckle, but only if you breathed in deep.
and now it smells like a fine day to leave the windows open
and let the air rustle the curtains
in the heat.
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