
A flower of some sort, opening under the endlessly moody Dutch skies.
Erik’s dad found this one beautiful.
I don’t consider it beautiful, but I consider it real and honest,
and sad in the right way.
A flower of some sort, opening under the endlessly moody Dutch skies.
Erik’s dad found this one beautiful.
I don’t consider it beautiful, but I consider it real and honest,
and sad in the right way.
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