Tradition smells like my Aunt June

2 thoughts on “Tradition smells like my Aunt June”

1. I don’t know what the first two things smell like, or even what they are. But I can smell the /picture/ of the second two things.

   And now I smell a Polaroid picture of the second two things, developing.

   • I am with you: I can smell the coffee, the smoke, and the polaroid picture fresh out of the camera and developing.

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