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I've always been hypnotized by smoke, how it curls and hangs floating, the only bare remains of fleeting thoughts. The scent raises nostalgia from thin air. My sweet grandmother in her warm kitchen, sipping milk with ice, waving the trails of her lit cigarette away. They danced like phantoms.

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Date: 1/26/2019 8:59:00 AM
I have "fav'd" this one; you depict it's behavior so well.
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Date: 7/18/2013 1:04:00 PM
And I have been hypnotized by smell, am so glad I read this piece, it's brilliant!! You chose to write on such a unique matter. I appreciate your comment on my page, thanks!
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Date: 5/20/2010 10:40:00 AM
great write i can see it actually very great descriptions and thanks for commenting on my writing to
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Date: 1/18/2010 2:49:00 PM
ooooo! good one. nice imagery and form.
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Date: 1/16/2010 5:43:00 PM
very good write, I had a grand dad that smoked, only I was the one waving it away.
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