It is that time of year again, the birds are finally chirping outside and occasionally I am given the rare opportunity to crack a window and let the fresh air waft through. I am getting on in my years because the new fresh smells always stimulate my memory and guide me to a simpler time. I recall the days when mama would be doing the “wash”, she would bring the sheets in from the line, and they smelt just as I imagined it to be if you shoved your nose in a cloud. Roofessions | Anonymous Confessions & Rants
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