- that bird with the airy, rhythmic call that i sometimes hear outside my secret garden window in london makes me feel like i'm in my room at tutu's house
- the other night when i was working at fsu, i stepped outside our workshop classroom and it smelled like clean wooden furniture and vegetables cooking in brown sugar, and it made me feel exactly like i was sitting in grammie's family room, playing in the carpet until dinner was ready
- guava juice. even if it isn't hawaiian sun, just a sip takes me right back to tutu's kitchen with a sandwich or malasada sugar on my fingers
- a surplus of beautiful vintage clothes smells like i'm in grammie's basement, especially the back rooms
apr 23 2010 ∞
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