these are the streets

This is a city called Sopot and it owns my heart.

These are the sidewalks that we ran, danced, skipped, and walked down every day several times per day. This is the Baltic Sea where the sun sets only a few hours before it rises again. We went up and down the docks and into the beaches by day or night. Coffee was normally not far from our hands and our hair was usually wet or messy. Kids were often on our backs as we made our walks and their sweet little voices made every step sweet. This is where we wondered and we knew and we felt lost and found.

These are the streets where we felt forever.


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