those vivid years —
tactile memories amidst greenwood adventures
with amethyst trembling skies
and edgeless painted hardcover books
gratefully breathing the exhilarating unknown —
atop all this an adamant untamed, fluid mind,
lucidly barefoot.
My mon told me about that summer I was born, I can still smell the freshly coated vintage wallpaper with a red hat lady in the living room. ...
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