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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?

Fond memories have so much to do with forming our taste choices,
both in our mouth/tastebuds and in our heads.

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...

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 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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