I associate different stages of my life with sights or aromas. We lived by a large bakery and my childhood was the smell of baking bread. In fall, I enjoy the smell of roasted chile and our annual Balloon Fiesta. Now I associate my best years with Milos because it reminds me of the tea my grandmother used to make in a glass jar sitting in the summer sun slowly darkening the water. Thanks for being a reminder of my youth and for the fond memories.

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