Rebekah Ginsberg

I am from waves crashing on the land and salt water staining my skin

I am from pink and purple rooms

I am from a five year battle that I was too young to understand and forced to pick the wrong side

I am from a magical chest that turned my sister and I into princesses, teachers, and performers. 

I am from a place where family dinners were a game of make believe until we were too old for games.   

I am from Christmas lights, reindeer prints, lighting a candle for 8 nights, and motzah ball soup. 

I am from crispy sugar on creme brulee 

I am from burning firewood on a cool summer night

I am from being told to dream big, but then being told my dreams were unreachable and not logical

I am from a place where I solemnly swear that I am up to no good

I am from waves crashing on the land and salt water staining my skin.

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