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Memories, Smells and The Bus

Posted on June 6, 2020 by

The aroma of the bus. I have never been able to identify it. Plastic seats soaked in decayed human sweat, a definite metal acidity and stale smoke? But at six o’clock in the unearthly hours of 1973, it was easy. … Continue reading →

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