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Agatha Christie audiobook drifts out across the dark room all she can think of is of the one o' clock shipping news, a swaying, seasick tune calling to far off boats & sailors adrift alone somewhere thinking of their homes a cold beer, she thinks will do she would be writing but no words come she draws the duvet cover closer round her shoulders her lover's ghost watches her silently
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
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