Aromatherapy
At the hospital this morning was a display/sale of aromatherapy products in the cafeteria. They asked if I was interested in anything in particular, and I replied yes, I would like a bottle with the crisp coolness of the autumn air in the great northwoods, tinged with decaying popple leaves and maybe a trace of gunpowder and wet setter. All I got were some strange looks. Go figure.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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