Dec 12, 2021
7 min read
Aleshka
“A story of water and metamorphosis …”
Aleshka is my friend and we are always together. In the temple we shake hands without being seen. We are caught up in the spell of the chorus. Music envelops us and removes us. Arms brush. At the end we salute the queen of the waters. We have 1 hour to go to school.
We ran out of the temple and headed for the top of the island. From there we sat and looked at the horizon, alone and…
