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Tales from Bridge Thirty-Nine
Saturday, 16 June 2012
8:56pm
Wind is up.
Restless evening.
Twilight loosening everything.
Could sleep for days.
Could walk for hours.
Could be lost forever.
Boats drift apart.
Cold water.
Grey skies.
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