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Theres a certain smell that fills my room when the florida air is cool and breezy enough to free the windows from their seals and I cant say what it is; but it must be the smell of softness, of careful loving touch exchanged in platonic wonder, of laughter and whispers into mist filled mornings and fogged window nights, of soft sleepy gazes out over the lake of anothers eyes. The snap of the latch breaks the barrier that clings to the glass and cloaks the room temporarily in a daydream, it functions as a reminder the clip of the window undone that there in not always sadness, very often there is hope