I am from chilled salt water and blaring suns From crashing, crumbling waves with the caw, caw cawing of gulls, never far away And from large lush, green backyards and magpies, polka dotted with white like a picnic blanket
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I am from tight wetsuits, suctioned to my body From tanned skin and my cousin’s deep ginger hair And from no Wi-Fi beach houses, with water tanks and 10 channel TVs
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I am from large piles of raked blushing leaves From shivering in thin jackets and tracksuit pants And from soft wind, almost like my sister blowing in my ears
I am from hot cups of tea before dinner with every sip burning my tongue and planting a fire in my stomach From rushing to buses, into school and back home in hope to get the most warmth as possible And from hanging out in swimming pools all the time
I am from soft thump, thump, thumping of shoes on the cold pavement and fading leaves From 30 seconds of jumping on the trampoline outside and smiling at the sight of your dragon’s breath in the cold moveless air And from layer upon layers of thick clothing and hands in gloves in pockets and yet still rosy cheeked and about to get frost bite