I remember when I grew up and Dad would take me to kindergarten in the morning, and you could smell the chips in the air from the factory nearby. — Jens Lekman Copy Share Image
“Every single morning, I smell him. Even when I’ve changed my sheets, I smell him. When I roll onto the side of the bed he was on, I smell him. I can almost feel him—and then I want to call… — Shanora Williams Copy Share Image
