Funny how you can't recall a feeling. Perhaps you remember the setting, the temperature, the words said or the silent contemplation, you remember that you were happy or sad, but you can't recall how that happiness or sadness felt. Until you smell something that triggers a memory, and it all comes flooding back. The smell of strawberry flavoured schoolhouse ice cream on a hot summer day mixed with hot tarmac that smooshes as you stand on it or the smell of coastal vegetation in the cool hours of the dark morning,breathing deep the wholeness that is that fresh smell, and reafirming, this is me.
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