Volwassen omgaan met de dood
Jongens, jongens, hoe ga ik dit eens aanpakken? Ik voel me genoodzaakt om te schrijven over iets wat nogal gevoelig ligt. En ik kan er...
Two long weeks I wandered
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed.
I shouted above the sudden noise.
I shouted above the sudden noise. She looked away from me downhill. The people were coming out of their houses, astonished.
