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By Ophelia HamadaI 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
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
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
From tanned skin and my cousin’s deep ginger hair
And from no Wi-Fi beach houses, with water tanks and 10 channel TVs
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
From shivering in thin jackets and tracksuit pants
And from soft wind, almost like my sister blowing in my ears