A field of asphalt stretching for miles
Pungent scent of hot petroleum in stagnant summer air
Unwelcoming, harsh and unyielding
An oasis of green, lost upon the black pitch
Faint perfume, clean, crisp balsam
Reminiscent of fall, sweet and soothing
Thin spiral notebook 
Nothing like the acrid smell/taste of hot tar. Beautifully written. Thanks a bunch.
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I smelled summer roads, the tar invading my nose.
Makes you ache for the little things, the small signs of green.
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I loved this! The green really does stand out, and so do your words. Nicely done!
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Awesome choice for this challenge! Very well done!
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Beautiful. So simple but with so much granularity
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What a glorious mind picture. Well done, you.
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