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oh to be a gremlin child again.

covered in grass stains and grazes. hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. to be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. to feel time stretch forever, only flying when i fall into books. to love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.

~found on instagram. i think its by @tarawinequeenwrites
I too was a gremlin child. There was a beautiful Lilac … not a bush or a tree - a grove. Both purple and white lilacs breathed their perfume into the air and the whole plant was so big and old that it formed a canopy that blocked the light reaching the earth, so the ground was smooth and weedless and the whole plant was hollow and shaded. I’d take a book and an apple and dream the afternoon away.

This poem is striking and evocative. Gonna look her up. Thank you.
@Mamapolo2016 aw that's beautiful! sounds like the perfect place.
@AliceinWonderland My Secret Garden.
Those words paint such a beautiful picture, they grab at my heart. ❤️

 
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