The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning tobacco.
Surrounded by fumes by those escaping reality.
Sometimes there are beautiful things you can only smell in the dark.
I close my eyes and focus on the sweet aroma of fresh baked bread.
I am an asylum seeker, living in a refugee camp.
For eleven months I wake up to a little sweetness lost in the smoke.
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