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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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08.24.10

Dear Universe,

I can smell you! You are so wonderful, a heady mix of coffee, floral perfume, rotting flowers, so much more. You fill my mouth, ears, nose; I want to cry with the splendidness of feeling, after an epoch of non-feeling.

Always yours, yours alone,
PHIL






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