SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN AMSTERDAM

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Listening to my favorite singer/songwriter while drinking a hot chocolate on a Sunday afternoon. Eating noodles and ice-cream afterwards. I wish we could put nights like these in a jar. And when the time is right, you open that jar. Like when you open the cage of a little whistling bird which flies back into the woods. That's how it feels when the sun is shining on your cheeks and you're sitting on a bench in the streets of Amsterdam. 

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