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I feel the warmth of the summer breeze.
I smell the salt of the passing waves.
There's something here.

Maybe it's nostalgia
Maybe it's a memory

Physically here, mentally there.
Back in the memories.

I feel the warmth of the furnace.
I smell the delight of the cookies.
It's always been here
In your thoughts.

Waiting for you to return.