I was ten. I was running through the sprinkler in my underwear. Blades of grass stuck to my skin. My body was long and lean, void of any curvature. It was whole and mine. It allowed me to do backbends …
Tag: fantasy
7 Things Sunday
7 of my (thousands of) travel fantasies: One. To see The Shire in New Zealand Two. To stay in a treehouse hotel Three. To visit my dear friend and pen pal, Melissande in Paris Four. To indulge my love for art history and food/wine …
