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The pink beach, the calm blue waves, the dark night sky, they move ever so slowly, and they glow, effervescent. Fabric - June 25th, 2025 You told me that I smelled like fabric. We never met. We know nothing about each other. We only found one another randomly, yet you knew something that I didn’t. You told me that I smelled like fabric.