Genova
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Sunday. Dad, Tia, focaccia, sea. Tia says I talk about turning eighteen as though immigration officials are waiting at the border of July 8.
She is not wrong.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.