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Larry Hogue's avatar

Thanks for the shoutout, CB!

The peppery smell of California bay laurel leaves will always remind me of where I grew up in Northern California. We didn’t have fireflies there but we do here in Michigan. We avoid herbicides and pesticides so we’ll keep seeing them. And my favorite symbol has to be the one in the title of Gravity’s Rainbow. 🌈 πŸš€

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Sean Thomas McDonnell's avatar

Thank you!

My grandfather's pipes! I keep them in the office where I write. I'll smell the bowl when I want to go back in time for a moment.

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𝐂𝐁 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧's avatar

What memory is the strongest when you take a whiff?

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Claudia Befu's avatar

Thanks for the shoutout and congratulations for your fiction debut πŸ‘.

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EJ Trask's avatar

thanks for the mention! i loved your discussion of fireflies here. for me, i have this really visceral memory of my mother's linen closet. she dried all our sheets and towels on a line in the backyard and it imparted the most delirious fresh scent. i would hide in the linen closet as a kid just to breathe it in.

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𝐂𝐁 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧's avatar

Yes! I loved that smellβ€”so refreshing! Crisp. Did she also dry bath towels outside? Or jeans? I always hated when those were dried on the line because they were stiff.πŸ˜†

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EJ Trask's avatar

oh no, line dried towels and denim are terrible! maybe she did the bath mats? I remember dishtowels specifically because they looked like flags on the line.

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Todd Webb's avatar

Thank you! ❀️

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