Touch-
Rub, I felt the damp moss covering the worms in the bait can, saw him wince slightly , my groin felt the chill of death
Smell- bedroom smelled of lumber, smell of wet woods
Sound- hearing the boy sneak quietly out, screaming with delight, how sweet the music was on the water
Sight- the coves and streams, this hills that the sun set behind, saw the dragonfly alight on the tip of my rod
Taste- bottle of pop, doughnuts dipped in sugar
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