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That smell of oil, gas, life, death all mixed together. I sat in there for several hours. The smell of oil and gas is so nice, as it smells like life.

That smell of oil, gas, life, death all mixed together. I sat in there for several hours. The smell of oil and gas is so nice, as it smells like life.

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I'm sorry you never got to know him. Part of him lives on in you. So he still lives when relatives look at you and instantly think of him. That's been happening to me a lot lately since he passed.