I spent
a week
in the Dutch countryside
this past October.
In a village
called Mander,
less than a mile
from Germany.
The fog
in that area.
The stars,
my god.
Reading this book
by A.L. Snijders
(translated by Lydia Davis
and released
through New Directions)
felt like
revisiting that region.
Ambient recollections
with a touch of humor
and play.
Like a diary that promises
to not always
tell the truth.
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