smells like woodsmoke
tastes like jello without enough flavoring
feels like a bright sunny early morning summer room with diaphanous curtains billowing over a lush garden, both empty
feels like an alley cat who wants to be pet but doesn't know how
feels like that shopping cart on its side in a ditch by a country road glinting as you whiz by at 50 mph
loneliness
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