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| Sunset in Moraira |
zaterdag 30 oktober 2010
maandag 18 oktober 2010
donderdag 14 oktober 2010
zondag 10 oktober 2010
Teddy
 Underneath my stroking hand, Startled eyes of hazel bland Kindling, growing larger, Up thou leapest with a spring, Full of prank and curveting, Leaping like a charger. Part of a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
donderdag 7 oktober 2010
dinsdag 5 oktober 2010
zondag 3 oktober 2010
zaterdag 2 oktober 2010
Waterlandseweg, Almere
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The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. William Blake |
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