There is a distinct smell the African wetlands have in the evening.
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Wetlands in the night
All the smells come together
Becoming the mist
A frican memory rekindled in my nostrils. Thanks, I’d nearly forgotten about it.
The sights the sounds, the smells transported along the sodium potassium highway. You are a nerve cell of God.
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