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Just taking out the trash,
tonight that is.
Right now I am off to work, smelling of sweet vanilla with crisp citrus and apple scents, combined with the strong musk of witch hazel.
I smell like my memories of Brescia. Waking up to the ring of church bells, a sweet mother or delightful friend popping their head in to let me know that breakfast had been prepared for me, to get my morning started right. The father and I couldn't communicate through the language barrier (though we managed through interpreters (family members), and so he spoke in noises. Car rides were my favorite, and sometimes ended in gelato, or pizza.
I think I was still drunk every morning. Either from the lemon liquor, the romance, or the tequilla.
The days were spent in small adventures.
Que sera, sera.
tonight that is.
Right now I am off to work, smelling of sweet vanilla with crisp citrus and apple scents, combined with the strong musk of witch hazel.
I smell like my memories of Brescia. Waking up to the ring of church bells, a sweet mother or delightful friend popping their head in to let me know that breakfast had been prepared for me, to get my morning started right. The father and I couldn't communicate through the language barrier (though we managed through interpreters (family members), and so he spoke in noises. Car rides were my favorite, and sometimes ended in gelato, or pizza.
I think I was still drunk every morning. Either from the lemon liquor, the romance, or the tequilla.
The days were spent in small adventures.
Que sera, sera.