I was on Sauvie Island Tuesday for a creative test photo shoot. I decided I’m in love with Sauvie Island. It’s beautiful out there. There’s houses that float on the river. For a brief moment I decided I would move there, and then I remembered I had a six year old daughter, we would have no neighbors, and we already love where we live now. Maybe I’ll get a summer house on the river where I can spend all day on my boat…when I get a boat.

    Oh yeah…I’m supposed to be working. This cute, bubbly, pretend model couple are blowing bubbles just outside an immaculate airstream trailer when a breeze trails across my face and then…what’s that I smell? What’s that familiar smell? My stomach turns, not in a eeuuw that smell was bad kind of way, but something just punched me in the gut kind of way. I realize it’s the fragrance the male model is wearing on his skin. I know exactly what it is, but I can’t remember the name. “What’s the name of that scent you are wearing?” I kindly ask.
    “Sandalwood.”
    “Oh,” my stomach twists again. Why does it have to be sandalwood in all places? Especially in my new favorite place.  Sandalwood was of course what the ex-boyfriend wore that shredded my heart into little tiny fragments and left it up to me to try to figure out how to put it all back together again. And I’m not good at puzzles.
    With technology the way that it is, and my masochistic artistic nature the way that it is, I woke up this morning thinking I’d google the smell and take just one more whiff. That’s when I realized you can easily take another look or listen and fill your nostalgic needs anytime via internet, but thank God I can’t look up the smell.

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