The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Just blowing my own nose

Just thinking aloud. Nothing meaningful. Sort of thought of venting spleen, but not even up to that much energy. Used to have a blog for this, but former dearest friend had access to it. So I deleted it and needed a new place. Hope I remember it's here.

When I was small, my mother would blow my nose, and she always got the timing wrong.

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