The stink of mortality

March 16, 2010

Today Deron took me to the dump, where he and I heaved out a Jeepful of my late mother’s detritus as a thousand gulls swirled about us.

posted by Sheila Ryan in adventure, archaeology, awesome, environment, family, friends, love, mental health, self-help | * | 3 comments

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Sheila Ryan on March 16th, 2010 at 9:38 pm

Then he and Amy and I went to the taquería at the gas station.

It was a good day.
Deron Bauman on March 16th, 2010 at 9:46 pm

ooh ooh, that smell.
Sheila Ryan on March 16th, 2010 at 9:50 pm

Like nothing I’ve ever smelled. Nor even imagined.

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