The main street crosses
my way, but not on the map --
That crossing is me.
De rue Bouzarés
Mein Weg kreuzt die Haupt-
kruist mijn weg, niet op de kaart --
straße, nicht auf der Karte --
Die kruising ben ik.
Die Kreuzung bin ich.
Poem H2200
Train Amsterdam-Den Haag, 2018-06-19
A Frisian does not cry (Gerrit Krol)
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet", chapter 8.1
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