Paal 21, De Koog

The feeling of sunburned lips

We take a sip 

From the special beer of Texel
The seasalt is lingering on the coners of our mouths

Our tongues are tasting bitterballen and mustard

Kids are playing soccer in the sand

A beautiful summerbreeze’s embracing us

She lets us rest

Sandy feet are walking onto the wooden terrace of the beach cafe

I don’t like to go home yet

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