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Fragrant Fumes, Pungent Memories

Ah, the fragrant fumes of paint drying on a picket fence followed by the grease-stained smell of turpentine on the brush Though doubtless matched by the aroma of oil spills gracing a service station’s garage floor These pungent memories of childhood, wiped clean today by vastly improved technology, yet linger with me

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Jacqueline Elston

Date: 5/29/2025 5:11:00 AM

So true. l lost my sense of smell after l caught Covid. It makes me sad as l have also glaucoma & profound hearing loss this last 12 mths, but childhood memories of walking in a little streamed wooded area near my birth home and the aroma of wild flowers & wild garlic will never leave me. l wrote a poem about it a while ago. l return there often in my mind & its lovely.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 5/28/2025 7:44:00 PM

And ah…the smell of gas at the gas station before realizing it is not safe…lol