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| Back from the north. Mmh, good days are always fast as lightspeed. On Monday we went to the North Sea. On our trip to the shore, mist came up and hung above the rapeseed fields. The pollen coloured it yellow, so it looked as if a desert storm approached. Strange in a beautiful way. Well, and the North Sea was, as usual when I visit her, away, somewhere in the distant, leaving the tideland behind. Strange in a good way too. But, I don't know, somehow it depresses me a bit to be at the sea without really getting to the sea. At least the air tasted salty and left our skin coated and the wind did wonderfully in holding our kite in the air. Now I'm back to the daily routine and some anger with bureaucracy *sigh* |
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