My Woodland Abode

Rain-scented air filled my nostrils

A perfume of damp soil, wet leaves

Pine and oak and ash

There was magic in that smell

Earth magic

And it awakened

Every part of my being

It was only then

I believed I was home

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This was written for Day 27 of “A Month of Mini Writing Challenges“.  See this page here for more details and a list of prompts.