55 woorden, attempting 55 words

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Niet makkelijk zo’n 55-woorden-wedstrijd.

and an attempt to turn it into 55 words


Weights 

Eventually he chooses water. Tired of tides. Next to him some words. For someone. For later.

Purple haired, she looks old. A bicycle drove her this far.

A miracle. She never loved the days herself. But still around.

Shredded words flit like butterflies.

A few hours later…

Honey, I’m home!”

At least today.

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