I first grew up in this snowy sanctuary as the whole sky was full of purple and blue northern lights
It never stopped dripping white snow from the cloudless air, the lights around placing the glow on each side walk
Their was rather a big, tall healthy tree in the middle of it all like a guardian protecting its world while the sea was outside of it
I spawned into this place, and called it my home. I visited it everyday till the odds got me out
But until I happen upon someone new in front of a clear mirror up the steps near the moving waves
He was my first family, my forever and even today care taker. We meet somewhere that didn't exist.
I favored it although, like a wish settled into the palm of my warm hands; he was my best friends 3 years ago.
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Nostalgia
Short StoryAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
