Jun 01
Whenever I have to nurse Jack in the middle of the night, I always cop a sniff of his cheeks before I offer him the boob.
Oh the wonderful sweet scent of a baby’s cheek. His breath is like nectar. It lets ooze all the mushy mommy feelings and I gladly lie here next to him till he falls asleep again.
Our sense of smell is probably our most acute. One sniff and it brings us back to a forgotten time and place.
Ah here he’s done. I’m gonna cop another sniff…
Mephala is a strange and rather interesting human fascinated by 
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