Last time the scent was present was over eighteen months ago in Romania. In the middle of winter, showering in a newly-renovated cubicle with a wood flooring, I inhaled the so-called ocean lift and divine aroma. Surely the coldness, through the non-full-sealed windows, made the body shiver. However hot water was dispensed and poured onto the skin, glided down the fleshed frame and ran into the drains. Bucharest had its snow.
Now in a familiar city yet foreign scene, the same scent danced. Except hair was cut shorter, and the same troubles no longer existed. Mentality had transformed, into a field of calmness. This does soothe one out; excitement downs.
2011/08/19
Now in a familiar city yet foreign scene, the same scent danced. Except hair was cut shorter, and the same troubles no longer existed. Mentality had transformed, into a field of calmness. This does soothe one out; excitement downs.
2011/08/19
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