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I'll write a poem every day, might be tiny but it'll be complete.


Then, we lived at 27 metres below, the canal at the back level with our bedrooms,/ the house built on stilts on bedrock, a thousand years of engineering skill expressed in the locals' confident sangfroid/ although Dutch friends from further inland always asked if we owned a boat./ Now, we're at 16 metres above, still not enough when the big one hits/ at least here, there's a hill at the back and when all else fails, a pair of kayaks.

Day 13 A sonnet on learning that a Meteotsunami hit Zandvoort 29 May 2017

Note to self: must get Emergency Escape Kit sorted. I have the bag.