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Saturday, August 4, 2012 ~ Day 4 of the 30-Day Blogging Challenge prompt is "Supposedly our sense of smell is strong enough to take us to very distinct memories. In a poem OR a story, recount a time, place or situation when someone's olfactory sense led them back to a memory." The scent of coffee; the aroma of Folgers classic roast permeates dawn’s brisk air. I remember, an early spring morning in Oklahoma. Grandpa is sitting at the kitchen table rolling a cigarette, the peculator is chanting its song, and the aroma of fresh brewed Folgers perfumes the Oklahoma dawn.
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