rosemary

[habiliments]

Rosemary smells like living in a log cabin in Oregon. You've heard me talk about it; it was cold, always cold, and one day I looked up at the wall next to the front door and could see chilly sunlight through the cracks in the logs. G., my burly, six-foot roommate, was a heater fascist who thought the fireplace was plenty, and god forbid you turn on

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[rosamicula]

I like this post; muchly.

[habiliments]

Thank you! I haven't written this level of personal stuff online for so long that it feels sort of weird to even write this much. But sometimes you just gotta.