He Smelled Like Soap And Sleep And Bare Skin. He Smelled Familiar. Not The Déjà Vu Familiar Of Guy

He smelled like soap and sleep and bare skin. He smelled familiar. Not the déjà vu familiar of Guy or Mel. Familiar like the ache in your chest of homesickness, of longing for harbor after weeks of rough seas or craving a fire's warmth after snow or wanting back something you should never have given away.

'The Dark Tide' by Josh Lanyon

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"Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth." 

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