mornings in strange places

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A cool breeze on my face...

...a sweet strange linen scent

walls meeting in unfamiliar angles

.....tramway bells or city busses

..sqeaking to a stop

green drapes..with blue flowers

breathe in...

...old books? coffee?

soft sheets

...muffled voices through walls

streeeeeeeetttttch

....where am I?

mornings in strange places

bring with them a certain

.......feeling?

oh it's all so abstract

but it makes me smile

.......nonetheless

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