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Shutting my senses down, I focused on inhaling the clean, fresh air. It wasn’t quite the same as home—there, the air smelled of mountains, like pine and spruce trees. Here, it smelled earthier, with more oak trees, elm trees and beech trees dotting the skyline.
Bewitchingly Hers (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #3)
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