The Scent of Summer.

That metallic smell of unfiltered city water as it pours out of a kinked rubber hose, hitting my face instead of my mouth, remnants of the childhood drinking river cooling the pavement underfoot; a ghost rises from the asphalt as the heat releases into the air.

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