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Thursday, October 14

.:: mandarin.

intense fluctuating smell in my room..directly from the past, air from my father's hands and orange reflected in his childish eyes, parfume from a quiet afternoon hanging from my father's hand and pleasure in his childish eyes, hands playing with the peel and eyes desperatly asking me complicity. mandarin-smelling past.

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