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3 comments:
It's amazing how a specific smell can take you back. My grandma's house had a certain smell. Grandpa used to smoke a pipe. As soon as I smell pipe tobacco...
those are my smell memories of my moms parents property...they had buffaloes and streams and mangoes and rocks and we used to roast cashewnuts in wood fire stoves
Mangoes & Buffaloes! That sounds so exotic and wonderful to this American boy. Of course, when I think Buffalo, I first think Bison... I want to hear more!
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