When I was very young I noticed how particular people had their own sort of smell. Little boys, for instance, seemed to smell of stale cabbage and erasers while my best friend smelled like violets. My mother’s lipstick had an exotic, sophisticated scent that made me think of movie stars and dinner parties. It was … Continue reading The Scent of Life →

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