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dreaming of the sea
waves crashing against pliable sand
and all the memories no longer fit
in this place torn into new and glamorous and
the sun was always this awkward shade of yellow
as if the photographs never told a lieI'm going home. My flight, unless a few small arrangements change, leaves on the 21st of July, and returns me on the 30th of ( Read more... )
waves crashing against pliable sand
and all the memories no longer fit
in this place torn into new and glamorous and
the sun was always this awkward shade of yellow
as if the photographs never told a lieI'm going home. My flight, unless a few small arrangements change, leaves on the 21st of July, and returns me on the 30th of ( Read more... )
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have a great time :)
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you know, in a way i can relate to a kind of divided sense of origin, but i never went to germany until i was 13 and never lived there until i was 15, and my mother never talks about it. i find things out in fragments.
so i can't really imagine what this means, but perhaps your desire to make it shorter is a kind of anxiety, in returning to something that should and does mean so much to you, but not knowing how to fit it into the self that you have found and explored.
anyway. wow. hope to hear how things go. good luck and enjoy it, although enjoy seems a weird term somehow. these kinds of trips are too strange-feeling to really define.
you know, apparently one of my mother's parents was polish. i think the other was czech but she hasn't said. as i mentioned, things are revealed in bits.
anyway. all the best.
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