The Hague
By HeidiElina
Sat, 17 Jul 2010
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Silky in the sun, them
dutch houses, creaking
staircases, creased faces
lined with laughter and
its aftermath, tears.
I'd never walked before.
Rushed, direction driven
yes. Listened, face fixated on another's contours -
of course. Marched with a metaphorical shopping trolley - the most frequent culprit of them all.
I walk daily.
one
two
heavy few,
hoping the walking will
show me the way.
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