Distant laughter. Heat.
Sunlight filtered through foliage.
Childhood memories.
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Katarzyna Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
Distant laughter. Heat.
Sunlight filtered through foliage.
Childhood memories.
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
Comments (3)
This reads like a memory. I imagined, as I read your words and was transported back too.
Oh this is perfect. Dripping with wonderful nostalgia! I'm now subsribed!
Back when an hour spent was an eternity...and now an hour of time seems to be worth pennies. Loved this take on the challenge!