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on the rainiest day with his helm in my hand the motor dropped in the bay we raced to mainland the pine needle raindrops daggers to my eyes I had to get home but first pizza pies
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
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on the rainiest day with his helm in my hand the motor dropped in the bay we raced to mainland the pine needle raindrops daggers to my eyes I had to get home but first pizza pies
#boats#island#motor#sea#bay
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31/F/Lonelyville, NY
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
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