Lost Memories

There is a terrible smell in the basement.
I am drawn in.  I memorize it.
Stone walls, dirt floor, dull windows, tools on the wall.

Now, when I encounter the smell-
of dirt and mildew in murky places-
I smile, taken back, happy to remember something.

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