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by Alex Price


The air smells different

when overcast

Cast about 

like a friendly blanket

enveloping my being

smoothing out my edges

The air reminds me of home

of childhood memories

days at the park

and sea foam 

at my feet

Some may see gray

But I feel vibrant

Connected by a foggy tunnel 

to past from present

Where for a brief moment

I feel at peace

with who I was

who I could become

And most importantly,

in this moment

who I am.

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