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3/21/03:Pais tropical In Rio, whenever it rains for like a day, the sewers back up, at least in the section where I live which is a crumblier, working-class neighbourhood. where I'd look out the window and normally anticipate that familiar smell of wet leaves or worms, I walk out and it's this muted scent of shit lurking underneath the air. I saw the ocean for the first time in my life last Saturday night and I had the oddest reaction - I couldn't possibly have smelled salt-water air before in my life, yet it seemed so familiar, like - at last, here I am again... lots of stories in my head now. just thought I'd share one. posted by jeremy @ 6:50 PM
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