The Call
I have waited years to be able to tell her this, years spent dodging that question: “What’s happening with your book?” And now, finally, I can answer it, finally she has an answer.
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I have waited years to be able to tell her this, years spent dodging that question: “What’s happening with your book?” And now, finally, I can answer it, finally she has an answer.
Continue readingThere’s a man in my neighbourhood who is trying to befriend the crows. At least, I assume that is what he is doing.
Continue readingI can’t remember exactly when hollyhocks began to bloom across Amsterdam. It feels as if, one summer, they were suddenly just there, reaching up through the paving stones and covering gable ends with wild abandon.
Continue readingAnd it’s only art that can take you by the hand and show you the way towards joy, towards life.
Then up the mountainside, to wash your eyelids in the rain.
Continue readingWinter is something to endure. Or so I thought. But on a warm December day in Amsterdam I find myself dreaming of snow and ice.
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