Psalm 48
All was summer along the banks of the canal. There were the usual cyclists out to defer their coronary but also many families enjoying the sun and the peaceful flowing water. Picnickers spread blankets along the banks, a barge full of tourists viewed the sights. I was there enjoying the scenes and the strwberries which I bought in Ronquières.
Praise comes easily in such circumstances.
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