Sunday, April 18, 2010

I want to sleep outside in the fragrant air. I lived in Los Angeles when I was 19. In the spring, the air smelled like roses. And a lemon tree grew next to my apartment building.

These things don't happen in the Northeast. Spring smells like mud there. And fierce.

I have a friend who has no sense of smell. You can't taste very well without a sense of smell. Truly tragic even though she doesn't think so.

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