Tag: growing up

• Memory

  The reality of this day. The reality of the days that came before. I have been in love before. Such love. With people and winding streets and trees and living. To get back to that place. To hunger for the names and stories of people all around. To live an explorer, curious, inquisitive. To spend…

  kathrynkong

  12 November 13

  kathrynkong, nonfiction

  growing up, Memory