2003-06-09 - 9:29 p.m.

Someone had their door ajar, chain locked, a harp played out of the room, I could hear it as I walked up the stairs, and as I ascended higher and higher, it faded and faded. When I reached my floor, the massive swamp coolers on the top floor could be heard, gently, and the air spiraling down like snake-like smoke, a breeze passing around my skin.

petrichor

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