{"id":15589,"date":"2024-07-30T07:48:28","date_gmt":"2024-07-30T05:48:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=15589"},"modified":"2024-07-30T07:48:28","modified_gmt":"2024-07-30T05:48:28","slug":"peter-posthumus-totdat-de-nacht-hen-roept-hen-drijft-hen-toelacht-en-het-volle-leven-door-de-kelen-klotst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2024\/07\/30\/peter-posthumus-totdat-de-nacht-hen-roept-hen-drijft-hen-toelacht-en-het-volle-leven-door-de-kelen-klotst\/","title":{"rendered":"Peter Posthumus: &#8216;Totdat de nacht hen roept, hen drijft, hen toelacht en het volle leven door de kelen klotst&#8230;&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"478\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/peterposthumus.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-13241\" 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