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GETTING UNDER YOUR SKIN

By PALINDROME By Paula C. Nocon | June 11, 2004 - 12:00am

There are three scents that break open the floodgates of my childhood memories, the whiffs of which drive me into a confused state of melancholy and longing: the smell of San-ing on my yaya’s face, the smell...

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