Suitcase "On the way to turquoise child" turquoise childhood

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Vintage suitcase 60 years

...in my childhood, this suitcase was brand new...
and in my childhood there was a village house with blue shutters covered in bright green...bright sunlight, he seemed like a turquoise... under the ridge of the roof, the swallow's nest...in the garden bloomed roses...
Now it's a sweet dream, which warms the cockles of my soul...and my dream is to be a moment in this beautiful dream, to hug my grandparents and tell you that I love you and miss you...and be sure to tell them "thank you" for my happy childhood turquoise.....

Let the house smells of happiness
In the spring and the bottomless sky
Drop the star and vanilla
And the countries where you were not...
And the songs that awaken,
And dancing Gerzat,
With the coveted monograms
from joy LUN heart .
And smell the morning sun
Pillow with a secret door
Living like you still,
In his childhood, turquoise.
( With permission of the author. Anna Geneva March 2017)

Inside the briefcase - soft obyvacka "patchwork" on sintepon is again, my memories of blanket that I made for my grandma... And the lid - pockets in the Laundry on the clothesline. In the village was always washing on a Sunny day...and I remember that....bright sun and my motley beautiful dress fluttering in the breeze... on a rope chirping of restless sparrows, and high in the sky flying swallows....

A happy story this briefcase here-www.livemaster.ru/topic/2594529-novaya-zhizn-starogo-chemodana-skazka-detstva?&inside=0&wf=

Collage copyright: Nino Chakvetadze, Christie Repasy, Marti Bell.

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