It has been one month since I set foot on Dutch soil (and water). Winter has taken its toll for temperature drops to zero and trees give up most of their leaves standing so naked. I can see ice on the grass outside early in the morning. I can feel the freezing cold on my sweetheart’s cheeks when he gets home from work. I hunch my shoulders waiting for the tram until my tense muscles tell me that I need to stand up wide and tall to fight back. So later, I put on my trainers and my hoodie heading to the park for a run.
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