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| Bicycle touring Holland. The fietspad (as Dutch bicycle paths are called) continued to a treed picnic area. Ducks with fuzzy newborns waddled about catching insects. We stopped to eat at a picnic table and I noticed that as I walked around I could feel the ground shake. The turf itself felt a little spongy, and when I stomped on it, it made a disconcerting hollow sound. Maybe Holland was actually Hollowland? |
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