Sanne Vaassen: Memory
I remember the scent of sulfur and the peach color of the ground.
I remember the days were longer when I was younger.
I remember the little yellow tiles in the hallway of the house where I grew up.
I remember the pattern of the sofa.
I remember waking up with the sound of pigeons on the rooftop.
I remember the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling.
I remember my mother put my stuffed animals in the freezer.
I remember our poodle with the pink nose having an epileptic seizure in the doorway.
I remember the feeling of spray foam in my head.
I remember the scent of the hedge around our house.
I remember holding a new born chick in the garden.
I remember fiction becoming real.
I remember having a dream over and over again.
I remember the plant in the garden with flowers that look like little pink hats.
I remember my yellow, blue, red, green glasses.
I remember the blue pattern on the special tableware.
I remember the scent of my father’s perfume.
I remember the squeaking sound of the gate.
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