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Dec 2019
He was standing at
the entrance with a
cul de sac sign over
his head, but I could
see his face vividly
despite the fog and
diffused projection
of my amber lights
which worked best
on low beam, yet I
was looking for a
young girl, but any
port in a storm, so
I had no choice and
improvised, as one
has to do occasionally.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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