Red Geraniums

My grandmother’s house smelled of dust and cedar.  Of Nina Ricci perfume with hints of Johnson’s Baby Powder and Bain de Soleil.  I still smell it.  I still see her salty grey hair, her curls gone wild, her lips never without lipstick, always the color of her beloved red geraniums.


photo by Lewis Collard

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! I believe in learning something everyday, in growing and changing every chance you get. I don't fit in every circle, I don't color inside the lines, but I have learned to love my messy life!
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