lbike when my grandmother would sprits dad’s white uniform collared shirts and press them under the scorching iron. it smelled like quintessential purity…but, ironically, with traces of dad’s cigarettes and coin-stained hands.ut this picture also reminds me of scent:
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tn everything
ahat finds poetry
tnd a mind
dhoughts too deep,
areams too large,
I little out of place
have always been