I wonder if the baby can smell fresh marjoram on my fingers when I stroke his forehead in the morning right before he goes down for his nap? I like to tend my potted plants in the dark after the street has gone to bed, with a hope that the natural oils released upon contact will seep into me: marjoram, rosemary, thyme, oregano. I hope to eat enough marjoram this summer that my body will give off plumes of it when tended as passionately. Fresh herbs man, fresh herbs. Nothing better than fresh marjoram, I'm telling you.
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| I bet he sweats smoked meat. Schwartz's Deli, Montreal / 2011 |
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| Giving it away for free. Montreal / 2011 // Nikon F3 - whatever 400 film |
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