My clothes smell like the sights, sounds, and colors of school; a nostalgic scent.
The kitchen smells of canola oil and lumpia; a familiar scent.
The parchment smells of camomile and lillies; an elegant scent.
The ink well smells laquer; a soothing scent.
The room smells of frankinsense; and calming scent.
The pillow smells of springtime endless sweeping fields; a scent that says "welcome home."
And all is right in the world for now.
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