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Friday, September 7, 2007
Or a macaron?
Someone commented recently that I'm getting awfully nostalgic lately..
I think every single post and picture here is about nostalgia for a past moment.
This Laduree green makes me very nostalgic...
Fond memories have so much to do with forming our taste choices,
both in our mouth/tastebuds and in our heads.
Is there a statute of limitations on memories?
Or a sell-by-date when they must be removed from the shelf?
Can I be nostalgic for what happened a moment ago?
I'll always be nostalgic for the luminous light in this little room in Paris...
A fragrance like my grandmother's Elizabeth Arden Blue Grass bath salts reminds me of...
staying over at her appartment, high over Fairmount park.
How can I forget looking out the window and seeing horseback riders below.
In my memory, always a couple...always a prince and princess...
I don't remember a thing about this moment.
I do remember my mother taking us on picnics where she used to go horseback riding as a girl.
Can you be nostalgic for someone else's memories?
This Laduree green makes me very nostalgic...
Fond memories have so much to do with forming our taste choices,
both in our mouth/tastebuds and in our heads.
Is there a statute of limitations on memories?
Or a sell-by-date when they must be removed from the shelf?
Can I be nostalgic for what happened a moment ago?
I'll always be nostalgic for the luminous light in this little room in Paris...
A fragrance like my grandmother's Elizabeth Arden Blue Grass bath salts reminds me of...
staying over at her appartment, high over Fairmount park.
How can I forget looking out the window and seeing horseback riders below.
In my memory, always a couple...always a prince and princess...
I don't remember a thing about this moment.
I do remember my mother taking us on picnics where she used to go horseback riding as a girl.
Can you be nostalgic for someone else's memories?
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