Nag Champa Cold Process Soap Review
A few lifetimes ago I lived in a beautiful part of Detroit not far from Midtown. I was twenty when I moved into my first apartment and very accepting of my newfound sense of poverty. It's true that I was just another middle class kid from the suburbs inserting himself back into the part of town which is forever feared by his parents, but I loved this narrative and had plans to find myself there. There is a great simplicity to moving into your first apartment. You live off of ramen noodles and learn quickly that nobody else will clean your dishes for you. None of your furniture matches and you actually have bills to pay for the first time in your life. It was in those days of a different time that I first stumbled on a mysterious headshop in my neighborhood called The Flying Dutchman. It was only open two or three days a week and they sold djembe drums and tapestries among other items of recreational utilization. This was all well and good, but I went there specifically for
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