Three Hundred Twenty-Four

The aroma of mint, freshly collected from a live plant, can change my mood from dark to light. There’s something about the odor of fresh mint that makes me glad to be alive. I wonder if anyone else finds mint so invigorating; I’m sure there’s someone, but who? There should be a registry of such people.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to Three Hundred Twenty-Four

  1. We think alike, we talk alike, and we take money out of the same bank account.

  2. Moving to Costa Rica if that Happens says:

    Are you related to future-President Trump?

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