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I was out driving with my daughter, she was practicing her driving and we pulled in there because something, to me, didn't look right. What I saw looked like masts in the water, and someones boat had sunk at its mooring and the mast were standing straight up.
Lets get together sometime.
NB
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Death tugs at my ear and says, "Live, I am coming." -Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr., poet, novelist, essayist, and physician (1809-1894)
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