8.30.2001
 
My neck smells like the Altoid cologne I bought; a refreshing scent.

My clothes smell like the sights, sounds, and colors of school; a nostalgic scent.

The kitchen smells of canola oil and lumpia; a familiar scent.

The parchment smells of camomile and lillies; an elegant scent.

The ink well smells laquer; a soothing scent.

The room smells of frankinsense; and calming scent.

The pillow smells of springtime endless sweeping fields; a scent that says "welcome home."

And all is right in the world for now.

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