Or not. Regardless, here ya go: Intermittent Childhood Floats on Lily-of-the-Valley Fumes Last night, tonight, everysinglenight, I slip in the bedroom door, and the scent curls around me, flicking my nose, my forebrain. Stirrings shift and purr, youth leaps from age 3 to 8 no memories in between, then slides again from 8 to 14. […]