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Monday, April 21, 2008Spring in the AveyronIt is spring. . . It's raining here for days. The sky is not even gray, it's just nothing. A colorless gray mass where only water poures from. My laundry will not dry anymore. The earth is soaked. The tulips are broken and even the weeds will not stop. Even Ruud, our ray of sunshine in the house, in the greatest misery he always has one answer: "It'll be okay," he me who gives me a box of CDs give with a bow around it or flowers, he who never writes about about anything else but computers and the Internet, even he wrote a poem about this dreary summer: Yes, I think i've had enough. Ruud. We just want to a small cottage, not in the Netherlands even though it is summer there now. We want a small cottage. In South-South-South of France. posted by Maartje Heymans at 23:33 | send a commentNext column ( may 01 ) - Previous column ( apr 08 )
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