Sunflower of my soul

Sometimes I get a feeling of a loss, the loss of my childhood.

The three months of the year, me and my sister at my grandmother's in the country. I miss the days when I was able to run around barefoot, soak up the sun and take a swim in the river, eat some cucumbers from the garden. Just go out and pluck the sun-warmed cucumber – don't wash it – just eat it... But most of all I miss the huge fields of sunflowers..yellow...yellow...yellow.

Now, I've painted them yellow, the yellow, the yellow, the light blue of the sky.

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