Fade into You, Mazzy Star

There are scents that I can’t equate into words, like the smell of corndogs in the cafeteria during a kindergarten afternoon, or the brisk walk outside after it rained, or the participles in the sky just takes me back to sixth grade where kids scrambled about in recess and I watched my friends play monkey in the middle. Each unwritten note delivers me to the doorstep of my childhood that I never really had.


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