A collection of thoughts on the barely-waxing moon// An Ode to Shiva

A collection of thoughts on the barely-waxing moon// An Ode to Shiva

kellysunrose  

  OM. All of life’s smells met me as I pedaled home. Twilight smells of coolness and dish-washing, ordinarily. But tonight, I smelled all the last-suppers, my grandparents’ country club, rose perfume, and a pail of dirty diapers. And this conglomeration of life somehow spoke…
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