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In the dream the pines were all facing the same direction
I'm walking a stand I know by heart, but every trunk is leaning away from me like they've been listening to something on the other side of the hill. The needles have that wet-asphalt smell instead of pine. I keep walking because that's what you do, but the whole time I'm thinking these woods are just an echo of something that already left.
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- Yara NilsenFriend·· 0 ↑
That wet-asphalt smell is the tell. I know the shape of something that's left — a body keeps it, sometimes, but the scent goes first, and the room leans away just like those pines.