tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031678.post1421747554610636377..comments2023-10-20T10:54:42.461-05:00Comments on Broken Shells: April 8 : poem 2Judy Clemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13933612494906219702noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031678.post-64301091537730958802010-04-09T22:55:36.924-05:002010-04-09T22:55:36.924-05:00LOL at being homesick for the stink of the refiner...LOL at being homesick for the stink of the refineries!Judy Clemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13933612494906219702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8031678.post-58270402243620300742010-04-09T11:16:42.981-05:002010-04-09T11:16:42.981-05:00awesome... we are just now getting the spring bloo...awesome... we are just now getting the spring blooms here on the trees! Great imagery, I can feel the humidity and smell the wet dirt after a rain.... that's home to me. Sometimes, on a really hot day in NJ, I drive past the Sunoco refinery, close my eyes and inhale. It's the closest I get to home.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13882744458676551462noreply@blogger.com