Posted on June 14, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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I sit on the bench and borrow the view; a small brass plaque spells out your name as I hope you have all your answers now. I watch the waves roll onto the shore: the sea’s eternal gnashing at the land. Your ashes long…
Category: 2018, 67. MayTags: Gavin Austin
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