Sunday, January 2, 2011
Dirt
Sometimes I really miss living at home. Well, if I am truthful, I always miss living at home. I miss the way the dirt smells. It doesn't smell like salt. I tire of smelling salt water. No, this isn't a metaphor. I really do miss the actual smell of Georgia dirt. Maybe I can get some shipped here. And I miss the simplicity of dirt life.
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Now that's an interesting one. Let's hope you don't have a nutritional deficiency (pica). I know what you mean about wanting to be home . . . after 16 years away, it is so refreshing!
ReplyDeletelol, no, it isn't pica. I don't want to EAT it, thank goodness. And I'm not eating laundry soap either. hehe...
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