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WAVES OF NOSTALGIA

The young girl owned the road that afternoon,
Scorching sun and all- as she crossed the road, flagging down cars
Her brother’s left hand clutched tightly in her right palm,
And they made a swift run for the other side of the road
Weren’t we just there? - towering only a little above the 3 year olds
Suddenly assuming we were the tallest of the bunch,
Carrying hefty purple, red and green school bags,
Moving along a line in formation-
Synchronizing our movements with those of our school friends and neighbors
Saving up our shillings to buy post-school hours ice cream
And devouring it with strength,
Strength preserved for this very purpose
But we all grew up, didn’t we?
We all grew up

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