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Sense Memorya

I was recently walking across campus, on a windy and humid day. The charged air made the smell of the freshly cut grass seep out (they invest on┬ámaintaining┬áthe lawns for graduation, but when it comes to the upkeep of dorms?…) The fresh smell and the cool breeze and the somewhat hazy, somewhat sunny day reminded me of Argentina in late summer. I only lived there as a very young child, but my memories of walking down the street from my grandmother’s apartment are my most distinctive.When the sun shines a certain way, the sky turns certain blue… I dont know where I am anymore. How far can memories take you, in miles, in years, in lives past?

While visions, so deceitful, fly past.

Sky from my window, when I was younger