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Train of thought:


Her two sons are lying on sunbeds

She's standing somewhere not far away from them

When we pass her, while either just arriving or just leaving,

She calls out my father's name

There's hot sand underneath my feet

Natascha and I never met but I recognize her because of her eyes

Very light grey eyes I stumbled across while looking at old photos

Her two sons lying on sunbeds come to say hi

She guesses that her oldest son must be somewhere around my age

He's 18

I'm 21