Dear school -
how I love you, how I miss you, what can I give to be with you ...?
a blinding rush of unsorted memory that zooms past in that fleeting second and then thud ...
I come back,
back to senses,
senses that makes you aware,
aware that you can't be talking to your school like that ...
come on grow up kid, someone up there screams ... but guess what ... this is one place, the memories - some sweet some bitter but all of which I will cherish till my last breath ...
Each time I visit there, I feel that lush warmth ... that all pleasing whiff of seductively dewy freshness ... that all encapsulating secure feeling ...
You sense that nothing can go wrong here... that this is my temple ... that this is a place for all nourishing and tender caring ... the definitive motherliness ... of my alma mater
Will I go back to you ... Can I promise ? Life is a practice in survival, that I am writing is proof enough that I can bounce back from some of the ugliest blows ... so yes ... I will be there ... one day I will ...
Salut ...
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