Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, June 9, 2018

6.9 (nice)

My sneezes smell like turpentine. Sometimes, when I'm in a car with the window down, I'll sneeze out into the open air. But the rest of the time, I try to lift my shirt collar and sneeze into my shirt. It's disgusting, but wouldn't you rather all that be inside than out?
I sneeze three times, nearly every time. It blows through my body like a swift kick off a tall cliff and I'm left panting on the other side, my face inside my shirt with the sneeze. And sometimes, when I'm getting over being sick, or when it's early in the morning, or just exactly whenever it feels like it (but only sometimes), my sneezes smell like turpentine.

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