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Dec 2014
As a family we left
pulled
we had sun
she had the isle of bottles
the house had games
her break was short
pier lights and the sunset were coming
surrounded by plastic delivery crates
the view was brilliant
we took a long hard breath
as a family
we took our last long breath
as a family we left
Edward Clyde
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Edward Clyde  merica
(merica)   
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   ---, littlebrush and PrttyBrd
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