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Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Ontdek de pracht van Hingene: 10 adembenemende wandelroutes

De benaming Hingene wordt etymologisch geïnterpreteerd als een "enge plaats op de smalle waterscheidingskam" tussen Schelde, Rupel en Vliet. Hingene maakte in de middeleeuwen .

Man, I always wander over to Parc d’Espoir. It's my guilty pleasure. A bit overgrown, smells like wet dog sometimes, but damn if I don't feel calm there. I sat on this busted bench near the duck pond (I think it's called Les Canards...or was it Les Mallards? I dunno) and just let my mind wander. Remember that line, "Meet me in Montauk?" Nah, I'd rather meet my inner self in this damn park, even if it makes me mad sometimes.

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