Paperback by Joy | Oct 18, 2014 | Inspiration, Poetry, Senses, Things for the Nose | 2 comments Curled up, in my hands bindings, yellowed pages and the smell of escape. Related Posts:SMELLFriday Night’s Alright For Writing (#18) Fantasies of…Strap Me InSkin Care from Rodan + FieldsRavings of a Lunatic…or am I just the Mom of a 4.5…A sleeping baby… 2 Comments mybelle781 on October 18, 2014 at 9:57 am Perfect! Reply Joy on October 18, 2014 at 5:45 pm Thanks 🙂 Reply Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.