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Sometimes I realize I live in Mexico

15th
Oct. × ’09
By Sarah
Today smelled like Mexico.   Smell is the most primal of the senses in triggering nostalgia.  A smell brings on a literal nostalgia assault; you can’t look away from it, spit it out, plug your ears.  You’re just going to have to remember.  Yesterday smelled like Madison, like summer in Madison.  It smelled almost exactly like [...]
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