Around Easter, Jeff and I rode our bicycles north out of town, through the dunes bordering the North Sea. The bike path winds around and up and down hills of sand, much more tiring than our everyday flat city biking. At the tops of the tallest dunes, we would pause to look around, but all we could see was sand, pale brush, tall buildings in the hazy distance, and perhaps a thin blue slit where we knew the sea should be. Pausing early on, we saw these sand-colored ponies - perhaps wild? - grazing among the reeds of an inland dune lake.
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