Tulips

It began when our friend, Celine, arrived at our door with an empty vase. The curtains were drawn wide open, the sun was shining through, and I was a bit restless.

So I bought tulips.

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Then when it became apparent I hadn’t killed them and they were, you know, quite a cosy addition to the apartment. I bought some more.

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And this is a snap at 4AM after an entertaining evening at Melkweg. Because, well, sometimes things just look pretty.

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