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Ballooning Joure

Under myn fuotten in koer

Boppe myn holle in ballon

Myn blik op ûneinich

 

De wrald liket sa lyts en fyn

Lykas myn soargen

Dy't hjir fuortfleane op 'e wyn

 

Grietje Hoekstra

 

Beneath my feet a basket. Above my head a balloon. Focusing on infinity. The world looks so small and fine today. Just like all my cares. That for now have been blown away.

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