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Summers

Gosia Rokicka
Nov 2 · 2 min read

the stone, smooth and warm under
my fingertips
a quiet reminder of the days that followed
her hasty departure.

we didn’t say goodbye, not properly
left on the rocks
waves crashing
crushing
birds singing too loud
seagulls don’t sing, she used to say.

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Gosia Rokicka

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Storyteller, word catcher, curious observer, animal lover, plant enthusiast, lifelong language learner, mistress of tsundoku.

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