30 April 2008

sense memory

i got it in my head on monday that baking bread would make me happy. so, when i got up this morning, i baked.
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i realize it was a bit crazy. we needed to leave for gram's wake, i needed to find clothes. but i also needed to smell that smell. in the worst way. gram was a bread baker. and that smell always reminds me of her.

at first it worked. the smell was intoxicating. and then it was sad. i really don't know what life is going to be like without her.

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