[ she breathes out a deep breath when the doors open, inhaling the fresh air that always smells like petrichor and the heavy scent of the tropical flowers deep in the jungle that glowed with a bioluminescence that reminded her of cave moss on alpinn that glowed at night brighter even than the pure white cliffs did in the sunlight, the natural nightlight of her childhood.
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Date: 2017-02-20 08:31 pm (UTC)[ she breathes out a deep breath when the doors open, inhaling the fresh air that always smells like petrichor and the heavy scent of the tropical flowers deep in the jungle that glowed with a bioluminescence that reminded her of cave moss on alpinn that glowed at night brighter even than the pure white cliffs did in the sunlight, the natural nightlight of her childhood.
quietly: ] My mother would have loved it here.