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Like earth and and air and toast...but more, the smell calls you from across years and through tv screens. Screaming to not be fogotten. It's so easy easy easy to fall back in. Just touch the paper and feel how smooth and warm, it fits. Your mind can see nothing else, angry that it won't go away. The sensations are seared into the fleshy layers of your weak brain, smoke soothing and sifting into the walls of your lungs, stop thinking and breathe, again and again.