Summers past

Falling asleep in a library cafe

I dream and see imagery of summers past

The turquoise of the Mediterranean at the bottom of the ladder

A family house near a field of dreadlocked sheep and 

Running in the rain on the Cornish coast, in a rare moment of felt freedom

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My parents stared at me in surprise when I took off my shoes in the cold and my older sister joined me through the high tide,

despite being scared.

I like it when she shows that she cares

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We stayed in a grand white terraced house with purple walls and domino patterns

At night, it felt haunted

Noises came out of nowhere

But I was with my sisters, sharing the master bedroom

Hence, I was not afraid

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On one of those mornings, I took a jog towards the pier,

even though my knees had started hurting from an unknown blue

And peeked over the Channel

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Freedom is often water related

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Independent of my state that year, we celebrated my birthday in an Italian restaurant and I was exalted to be with my sisters,
my parents.

We were lucky to be five

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The evening was light and we strolled on the boulevard 

I must have been twenty-one at the time

Over the fence, on the beach

a familiar piano tune played 

I recognized the La La Land soundtrack 

It entered my ears like a sign

A poke from Spirit, saying

Dreams are here to come true 

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