Friendly, strayed and cedar.

1. In the small hours, when I can't get back to sleep, there's a friendly, familiar Terry Pratchett book waiting on my phone.

2. We stray into a bookshop and when we come out blinking in the sunlight, the brick pavements are puddled, which suggests we have missed a brief downpour.

3. The scent of cedar lingering on my skin from the unscheduled bath I took this morning.

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