The Child Who Talks About 'Before'
The Child Who Remembers Her Other Life
I remember the blue house that burned. I wasn’t born then—but I was.
I wear paint-stained shirts and sit on floral rugs. I tell you about lilac soap and climbing apple trees in my Other Mom’s garden. I don’t cry about it. I just know it. Smooth stones feel like 1943 to me—that’s all I can say.
What I'm Into: dried lavender, climbing apple trees, chamomile tea smells, smooth stones, moss green
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