{"id":2703,"date":"2014-01-01T07:01:08","date_gmt":"2014-01-01T05:01:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/?p=2703"},"modified":"2014-01-06T00:00:59","modified_gmt":"2014-01-05T22:00:59","slug":"stilte-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/stilte-3\/","title":{"rendered":"stilte"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ik wilde schuilen<br \/>\nin het oog van de orkaan<br \/>\nen dan mijn handen losjes<br \/>\nop het stuur en alles<br \/>\nom me heen<\/p>\n<p>verloren<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/gedichten\/stilte-3\/attachment\/mot-klein\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2704\"><img data-attachment-id=\"2704\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/stilte-3\/mot-klein\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?fit=635%2C476&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"635,476\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"foto mot &#8211; mjp\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?fit=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?fit=625%2C469&amp;ssl=1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2704\" alt=\"foto: mot - mjp\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?resize=300%2C224\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?resize=300%2C224&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/mot-klein.jpg?w=635&amp;ssl=1 635w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" data-recalc-dims=\"1\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ik wilde schuilen in het oog van de orkaan en dan mijn handen losjes op het stuur en alles om me heen verloren<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8pym5-HB","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2456,"url":"https:\/\/www.johannapas.be\/core\/niezen-een-verhaal\/","url_meta":{"origin":2703,"position":0},"title":"Niezen &#8211; een verhaal","author":"Johanna","date":"28 augustus 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"of: Om een boek te lezen moet je de rug soms breken Johanna Pas (Dit verhaal verscheen eerder in de verhalenbundel Het experiment van Uitgeverij LaVita Publishing) Wat had ik m\u00f3\u00e9ten zeggen. 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