http://www.posatigres.com/2009/10/15/sometimes-i-realize-i-live-in-mexico/ Creative Nonfiction by Sarah Menkedick Tue, 28 Dec 2010 22:47:31 -0500 hourly 1 http://www.posatigres.com/2009/10/15/sometimes-i-realize-i-live-in-mexico/comment-page-1/#comment-228 Meg Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:34:22 +0000 http://www.posatigres.com/?p=372#comment-228 Can I tell you that for the past two days, the air here smells like roasting marshmallows...sugar vanilla sweet mixed with wood fire smoke...I don't know where it is coming from. It happens in the morning and the afternoon when the sun is warm on the dying grasses. It's like some memory of summer lifting off the ground. I think of you when I smell it, because I know that you would notice it, too. Can I tell you that for the past two days, the air here smells like roasting marshmallows…sugar vanilla sweet mixed with wood fire smoke…I don’t know where it is coming from. It happens in the morning and the afternoon when the sun is warm on the dying grasses. It’s like some memory of summer lifting off the ground. I think of you when I smell it, because I know that you would notice it, too.

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