hello again

By admirer


in the fields behind the dunes near Monster. There are three horses there. I know them well. They eat small prickle thorn that grows there. Micha and I on the bike-tour brought apples. They were still very sleepy and stood quiet in the soft wind. First one of them came and ate of it, then the second.
In another field nearby there are many horses of the same breed. They come not often near the wire. But the view of them high from the dunes is wonderful.

My mother was one of 13 children, very different from my father's family.
As childs we often counted them with the names from the eldest to the youngest. Names, names not forgotten, but a reunion?

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