Eighty

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past
pretty flowers and picket fences and talking to all the plants in the garden. cherries and laughter and eating them while walking back home from preschool. rope ladders and little friends and never being able to climb the ladder (not even now). beaches and sand castles and the feel of the salty water against feet. sunday brunches and perfectly scrambled eggs and surprising mum with dad. dressing up as fairies and bunny rabbit and queens.
the first day of school and new friends and the last day, reuniting with old friends.

present
classes and grades and certificates. pretty notes and pretty eyes and pretty poems. the sweet smell of the summer air and of contentment and of effort. workouts and chia jars and smoothies. twitter and wattpad and instagram. bees and flowers and springtime. clothes from my country and clothes from your country and clothes from  h&m. bees and flowers and springtime. the language of french and of urdu and of love.

future
a home and laughter and tea. photographs and stories and kids to show and tell them to. love and family and happiness. movie nights and blanket forts and pizza. cuddling and stormy nights and feeling the dew under my feet on the grass the next morning. snow days and snowball fights and snowmen. celebrating anniversaries with ice cream and surprises and birthdays with cakes and kisses. inside jokes and laughter and more tea. someone to have and to hold and someone to love and feel loved.

-time travel

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