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We visited the Van Gogh museum, said Dalya, Benny and I, he loves his art, has a Sunflowers print on his wall at home he said, I love Amsterdam, love the laid backness of it, we went to the Anne Frank Haus, too, hauntingly sad, my Jewish relations brings it home. Benny came to my tent (the fat dame was off visiting the sights) and we made love, hoping she'd not return too soon or at all, the sounds from the camp-site loudspeakers, rock music, guitars and drums, a slight wind shaking the canvas, the sleeping bag rough beneath me. Van Gogh speaks to me Benny had said, the yellows and black, the assumed madness, the birds, cornfields, the sun. I prefer Monet, I love his art, his capture of nature and the wild, the touch of brush. After making love we lay smoking and talking, I thought of the last few days left before homeward bound, the farewell, the parting at the English shore, we kissed and made love once more.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
AMSTERDAM AND BEYOND 1974
We visited the Van Gogh museum, said Dalya, Benny and I, he loves his art, has a Sunflowers print on his wall at home he said, I love Amsterdam, love the laid backness of it, we went to the Anne Frank Haus, too, hauntingly sad, my Jewish relations brings it home. Benny came to my tent (the fat dame was off visiting the sights) and we made love, hoping she'd not return too soon or at all, the sounds from the camp-site loudspeakers, rock music, guitars and drums, a slight wind shaking the canvas, the sleeping bag rough beneath me. Van Gogh speaks to me Benny had said, the yellows and black, the assumed madness, the birds, cornfields, the sun. I prefer Monet, I love his art, his capture of nature and the wild, the touch of brush. After making love we lay smoking and talking, I thought of the last few days left before homeward bound, the farewell, the parting at the English shore, we kissed and made love once more.
A GIRL IN AMSTERDAM AT A CAMP SITE AND A BOYFRIEND IN 1974.
TerryCollett
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
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