The Smell of Ink

The latest prompt on the Wanderlust 2017 class was about a smell we remembered from our childhood. In my cast that was the smell of ink. I also remember ink over my fingers and on my clothes. In that respect there has been little change only now it is paint that meshes me up. 
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I feel I must apologize for my minimum presence here. I just about manage to leave stars, hearts and the occasional comment but I seem to be suffering from internet fatigue at the moment, as well as a lack of time. Hopefully I will soon return to normal.