+ Super Harvest moon will appear again in 2029.
It's crazy how certain smells will spark your memory. Or maybe my memory. Certain people possess their own scent, so do specific places, even moments in time.
My father has a distinct redolence that other members of my family have come to recognize. I don't know what the concoction is, but if any of my male friend's had the same smell, they would immediately be banned from the "date-able" . It'd probably be really hard for me to keep hanging out with them actually.
The church has a dusty smell, much like the pages in library books that were last checked out in the 1950's. It smells like old, happy memories on Sunday afternoons, of curly-haired white women offering me Jesus lemonade through pearly white smiles and cat-eye glasses. Well. It might not be that specific.
More soon...
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