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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.

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natalie-jane

Published: Jun 27, 2013
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