Beautiful work capturing that specific ache of childhood places. The line about memory lying about proportions caught me, because the pool's actual depth mattersless than how it felt then. I grew up in a similar loop of summer routines,and the way small sensory details anchor whole seasons is so real.
Beautiful work capturing that specific ache of childhood places. The line about memory lying about proportions caught me, because the pool's actual depth mattersless than how it felt then. I grew up in a similar loop of summer routines,and the way small sensory details anchor whole seasons is so real.
LOVE. I'VE MISSED YOUR WRITING
I missed my writing too 💕
oh cait this was divine, please write more
On it - just for you 🫡