I love the way smoke looks from a candle just after being blown out. That smooth string of smoke curling over its self just itching to escape.
I've had dreams of smoking cigarettes. Oh course they tasted nothing like I would assume the real thing would taste and feel like.
They felt clean, like a new better, sweeter, form of air. Of course I never plan to take even one puff.
Sage
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