tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086961619055766859.post6165047138859917364..comments2023-10-23T12:46:47.205-07:00Comments on Walk To The Edge And Fly: I'll See You On The 7 TrainJ. Leighhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10343940523129662849noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086961619055766859.post-13654990892919680362010-11-09T16:43:41.080-08:002010-11-09T16:43:41.080-08:00Oh Jessica...when are we going to meet again?Oh Jessica...when are we going to meet again?S.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14027066438830725927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086961619055766859.post-69950612560192160032010-11-09T15:18:05.240-08:002010-11-09T15:18:05.240-08:00I know what you mean, Jessica. Completely. Smell i...I know what you mean, Jessica. Completely. Smell is a powerful thing, too. A scent that reminds me of someone has often stopped in my tracks. I can't tell you how many times I stare at a passing car, or even a stranger who looks similar. <br /><br />Thanks for writing this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086961619055766859.post-56288817220119637222010-11-09T09:26:01.985-08:002010-11-09T09:26:01.985-08:00I know EXACTLY what you mean. I still smell the ex...I know EXACTLY what you mean. I still smell the ex all the time--and Penn Station has never been the same since. Nice post. PS.. you should think of me if you're at QBP cause I pass by there twice a day at least :)Naomihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16651441119266408948noreply@blogger.com