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“What of ‘The Bullet’?” I ask my mother, “is it underwater falling apart, wood unhinged nail by nail?” It rots underwater, more terrified than I of the crashing waves upon the boardwalk.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
Hurricane Ike
“What of ‘The Bullet’?” I ask my mother, “is it underwater falling apart, wood unhinged nail by nail?” It rots underwater, more terrified than I of the crashing waves upon the boardwalk.
natalie-jane
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
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