A few senses to come to

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no smoke smell
from there in our hair
until we get here

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passing in the hall
someone else’s TV’s whistle
train at grandma’s

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barren trees
grass bends soft underfoot
early fall, still.

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flag, scarf snaps straight out
turn bricked corner, wind shadow
pulled punch slap caress

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buttered carrots
licked length dribbling
caught. flushed.

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More people doing the Come To Your Senses prompt.

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