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Until
I Smell Pines!
Graciela
Flores Alvarez from Mexico
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Photo: Eli
Horne
My brothers and I played, ran, or just
lay down on the grass while the sun light
passed through the trees and touched our
faces. That was great.
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Whenever
I smell the fresh odor of pine trees, it brings
back a pleasant memory. When I was a child, my
father bought some land in a forest near Mexico
City, and we often went there to have a picnic.
I
loved that place; it was full of small wild flowers
of different colors, and the air was fresh with
that smell of pines.
My
brothers and I played, ran, or just lay down on the
grass while the sun light passed through the trees
and touched our faces. That was great.
I
would like to be there right now, but maybe the
place is not the same any more. Who knows? It has
been so many years since the last time I was there
that I have almost forgotten how great it
was...until I smell pines!
Read
more about smells that evoke memories:
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in the Market
Standing
There in the
Corral
| The
Signal to Go Back
Home
| It
Woke Up Our Hunger
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