PETRICHOR

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PETRICHOR

I smell the land after the rain and suddenly everything went back into my anamneses. It was vivid and vibrant – lucid and stagnant. "I will stay" you promise once, but you leave. "I will stay" you promise once again, then you stay. "I will stay" you promise when you leave but you never come back at all. You said those three words after the rain. And after every rainfall the smell remain... "you remain" in my soul like the smell of the land every after rainfall – petrichor. 

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