Day 1790, the current. Daily picture, Poetry Sometimes I lean against the current so I don’t smell myself Soms leun ik tegen de stroom in zoadat ik mezelf niet ruik Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
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