A bit like the smell of motor oil, I relish the smell of printer’s ink.
My husband actually likes a light smell of skunk. It recalls his uncle’s ranch as as child, walking up the creek fishing and the barn cat that could not wait for the hook to come out before grabbing the fish.
Ever wonder what odd thing makes your reflection shimmer in God’s mind?
Reflecting the heart
Backward upside down buffoon
Apple of the eye