Thursday, April 6, 2017

1075. The smell of memories

I was breathing deeply of the air in my water bottle.
This is not weird.
The hint of city-mandated chlorine cast my mind back to my youth and summer swimming at the municipal pool.
I found myself curled up on the floor, remembering a time when I nearly drowned.



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