We rode bikes with ease
all over Friesland, and I
asked myself, Why not
peddle to the store at home?
The bank, the little
cheese shop? Then I remembered:
I live on a hill
too steep to peddle up. Darn.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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