I don’t know what a mountain smells like. I don’t know what wet wood smells like. Wet wood that’s still in the ground. Pine trees? Not real ones, I don’t think. I don’t know what a mountain smells like. 

Hills and valleys are only in books for me. Text books. Geography text books. And novels I read in high school. Romance novels. Those were the only kinds I read. Hills and valleys are only in books for me. 

Sometimes I think I think too much. I can’t get my mind to be still. Unless I’m sleeping. But then I wake up. And I want to go to sleep again. Sometimes I think I think too much. 

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