Sometimes I fall in love with the smell of my own poop. Right now is one of those times.
I'm pooping less of late, sometimes even just once a day. And when I do the big poop, in the morning, I think to myself, wow, how fragrant, how refreshing!
I know it's dangerous to think your poop smells like roses, and I don't think it's floral or anything like that. No roses here. It's just distinct and comforting, this poop. It smells like a kind of home. I like this phenomenon.
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