Aromas

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The smell of summer
Brings back memories
I was young and free
The wave of the tree
As the wind blows
I remember
Leaves falling
Mom calling
I remember
Snow covered roads
Cold hands
I remember
December
Do you miss it?
I do
It was simple
Nothing to do
The world...focused on you

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