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(...)For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.
Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless.
Does not your house dream? And dreaming, leave the city for grove or hill-top?"
Kahlil Gibran
De Pluktuin is in wording.
Wie dit toevallig leest mag al wel vast komen plukken; het veldje voor het bakhuisje op Priesterinkdijk 4
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