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it may be the lack of sleep and the scent
of dead fish but you feel a little weary
listening to your niece give names to the
rocks on the beach, pausing every few
feet to pick one up.
they are all names of kids in her class -
this one's Anthony, this one's Mary,
that is Tom & look, i will throw David
into the sea..its low-tide, the shore is
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