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S.Johnston
Itchy red fabric scratches against my feet, the thick fleece reminds me of the warm summer nights that were spent in a camper. It reminds me of cold green lakes and jumping off the dock, sending deep ripples through the water. It reminds me of hotdogs and marshmallows roasted over an open fire, watching as the smoke and ashes float into the starry sky. It reminds me of a little girl watching her grandfather play solitaire at the table while grandma made lunch for them. Though the blanket is uncomfortable, it reminds me of the carefree childhood I had experienced.
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⚔Poetry⚔
PoetryA collection of poems I've written for my creative writing class, they definitely get better as the chapters progress. Most of them make me cringe but I'll leave them up anyways.. Some published poetry will be in here and I give credit to the author...
