I have been under the weather lately - physically, spiritually...
But every time I walk past this 1960's "Vari-Vue" motion image card in my bedroom, I can't help but smile.
Sarsaparilla (pronounced SASS-per-ill-ah)
"She sat alone in the black attic, smelling the one smell that did not seem to fade. It lingered like a sigh of satisfaction, on the air.
She took a deep, long breath. The old, the familiar, the unforgettable scent of drugstore sarsaparilla."
-- final lines of "A Scent of Sarsaparilla" - short story by Ray Bradbury, 1953.
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