tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25806401.post5090999589189312706..comments2024-02-16T11:15:19.089+01:00Comments on living in a second language: The scent of it allNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13306228378745291912noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25806401.post-46666055299722209822008-02-10T11:55:00.000+01:002008-02-10T11:55:00.000+01:00Oui, c'est çaOui, c'est çajuliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04283759962211889152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25806401.post-90531753425751835762008-02-07T20:40:00.000+01:002008-02-07T20:40:00.000+01:00Beth - Me neither, I usually hit the wall first. ...Beth - Me neither, I usually hit the wall first. <BR/><BR/>Lorraine - Well, you know, it's a cellar, there's not much to do.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13306228378745291912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25806401.post-15774616547502499432008-02-07T18:40:00.000+01:002008-02-07T18:40:00.000+01:00There's a hell of a lot of poetry in the cellar th...There's a hell of a lot of poetry in the cellar these days.Lorrainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15130321823549477784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25806401.post-91614993798049701282008-02-07T16:16:00.000+01:002008-02-07T16:16:00.000+01:00Lifting my head and takikng a deep breath prior to...Lifting my head and takikng a deep breath prior to hitting the wall is something that unfortunatley I don't always do. On a different but somewhat same note. . .the scent that I an still comes to me in my dreams is the scent of Inez's bed linens - do you remember that she always hung them to dry on a clothes line in her back yard - I loved that scent. . .and that gives me a desperate longing on the innocence of youth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com