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Flowers I

Sat in the very back of the plane; window-wedged by two pudgy Dutch folks who slept the whole way. Wasn’t sure my layover excursion was even possible at one point. Wormed my way to the front & efficiently through Schiphol to the trains and in 20 minutes I was in Amsterdam. It was dawn and rainy. After some aimless walking I ordered a coffee in a greasy no-fuss shoppe. Took a tram back to Centraal. Belfast guys freed a seat.

They came for the drugs. I came for the flowers. Missions accomplished.

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