July 11, 2012

Summer in Denmark

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Quiet. The only noises you hear are crashing waves, seagull cries and the whispers of windswept wild grass. The colours are numbed by grey skies, like your feet after wading through the Atlantic along the endless beach. The tide tugs at you, promising to take you anywhere if you let it. You hesitate. Then you blink, and run across the sand back to your family at the ice cream stand, and buy two scoops with guf and sprinkles, and smile.


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