The Distant Journey

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You remember the smell of the wet asphalt on Miller’s Row before the rain even started to fall, a scent that was less like rain and more like the earth itself exhaling a long, tired sigh, a smell that clung to the hem of your grey wool coat and seeped into the soles of your shoes as you walked the long, unlit stretch toward the community center, where the lights were on and the coffee was stale...

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