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birthday wish, childhood, daydreaming, hope, loneliness, memories, poems, poetry, scents, summer dreams, summer girl, sunset lover, writing prompt
After Victoria Chang
In my grandmother's garden I once was a child and ate warm tomatoes straight off the vine. I could smell the burgeoning summer's evening - hot, humid, holy as a child's birthday wish to be no longer lonely. A waft of Jasmine tobacco drifting up from years not yet passed to yesterday to today, turning the sky from pink to mauve to gray and just a hint of come what may.