The flavor of the cherry yogurt brings back my childhood.
The feeling of an itchy skirt reminds me of my adolescence.
The smell of buttered peas evokes excitement of my youth.
The sight of me awakens me to present:
"I'm here. I'm now. I'm valid" A mantra. A reminder. I am ME.
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Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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i love this
So cleverly composed!! Love the pairing of sensory images with time/ages
Amazing lines! 👏👍