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Jan 2014
The leather was ice cold
in my car and my backseat.
So, we spread out my suitcoat
like a blanket on the beach;
not enough to make much difference,
but it kept the sand off of our feet.
I guess this was the perfect getaway,
a fitting end to a bitter week.
Alexander Albrecht
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Alexander Albrecht  29/M/Minneapolis
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