The days were endless
The sun blinding
The sea cold at first, then warm
The rocks rough, sharp, like needles under bare feet
We swam, we ran, we played
Burned the soles of our feet on the hot road
Refusing to wear shoes
Pretending to be Huckleberry Finn
Swiss Family Robinson
Mermaids
Fish
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Childhood summers
PoetryMemories of my childhood summers spent on a tiny Mediterranean island, swimming and running wild on the rocky beaches all day.
