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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

What childhood smells of

Seasalt, jam, suntan lotion, damp earth, gorse, cut grass, cowpat, warm pasties, mashed banana, gravy, fishnchips, John Player No. 6, Vosene, dog, rain, cider, Christmas, my mother.

Hat tip to Hopey

1 Comments:

At 3:38 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

sopa, leather, sand, split pea soup, tamales, fresh alfalfa, cow manure, pig stys, irrigation water, burnt brush, Blow Pops, Bottle Caps, mom, grandma (maternal), grandpa (likewise), Budweiser, and hot lunch at preschool.

 

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