My feet remember pacing up the wide, concrete pathway,
My legs remember kicking Pratistha as I rolled over on the soft, single mattress,
My body remembers dozing on the hot sandy beach,
My arms remember creating a sea turtle out of sand,
My hands remember grabbing the cold hard floor inside the marae,
My face remembers sweat dripping down from the beaming hot sun,
My mind remembers the latest night of my life,
That marae trip will encourage me to learn more about the maori culture.
Wicked Ella, you have used rich language, I really like the first sentence and the impact the overnight stay had on you. It really was a lot of fun. Mum :-)
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