We agree to reunite with some fellow traveler in Amsterdam for a July forth celebration.
Norway: Trondheim, Oslo
Sweden: Gyeborg
Denmark: Copenhagen
Germany: Hamberg
Netherlands: Amsterdam
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There were no hedges, nor fences, in the bare and uniform countryside leading into the Netherlands. We were heading back into the crossroads of traffic back into the circus they had named Amsterdam. I could see no natural boundaries that separated the courtyard from the jester. (more…)
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I’m one who’s not worthy of the heights that I seek.
Untried strength may fail me, halfway up these mountain peaks
I suppose I dwell in silence, yet no fear to speak my mind,
still I frightened by commitments, of thought that cling like veins,
so the golden rays of lover’s light, may never find or lead my way
my path may always lead through night, still waiting on the day
We wandered among its narrow streets that radiated out like spokes to a wheel. Bicycles danced across our path. Up one of these many streets we spotted a small coffee shop adjacent to one of the more picturesque canals. It was a good day for mischief. It had a large window and we noticed that the table upfront was vacant and had a nice view of a small flower market. (more…)
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I walked among the field of painted faces and clowns
sand and waves crash and roar, in silence sings, she’s coming down
Another sells books which he laid on the ground
a boy runs down the shore, south winds bring, another round
