Ghosts...I smell my grandmother and sometimes both my grandmothers. One smells like smoky perfume, the other like a soft perfumed powder puff. My nana smoked but smelled like the outdoors, like the mountainside and the campfire. My grandma always had the softest, well cared for hands.
Saturday, October 19, 2002
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