Smells like a Singapore Whore House
I was remembering today how my mother used to say that of my room when I would burn incense. ~laughing~ One day I am going to say it back to her, and that moment will be sweet. heh. Oh the memory...I could hear her voice as if she were right beside me, all because I was contemplating how to subtly scent my postcards.....
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Glad to be of coffee spewing service