When you come to Amsterdam because of a single sloth graffiti, you almost get the feeling that life is not about what you want, but what you do with what you have.
as if stones
could be
impressed
by us living
things
agony
thrown into
canal water
seeping through
the masonry
in a small cafe
a hairdresser chair
and tulips
blooming just once
in their own way
pi & anne 
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