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My hometown ferry boat is large and orange. Municipal with mousey blue letters telling us the name of our place but the words are occasionally interrupted by the windows on the lower decks. The inside no longer has the wooden benches, we now have the same bright blue plastic smoothness as the buses, and most […]

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It’s one of those ones tucked on the corner of the avenue. With plate glass windows that are 10 feet long so you can see the legs of all the people inside as they watch the steps of the pedestrians outside. The music is on and its the best of the 80’s. It whines on […]

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I was heading back. One never likes to leave certain places, but the time comes, the ticket says so and your bag is packed. The clothes have all been wrinkled with wearing. The little line of different bottles of wine have all been finished, even the glass recycled. All gone. You would rather just do […]

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I have no sealing wax. And I do not spend the evening with light from an oil lamp. My hair is up like my eyes and my thoughts, all through the night. Even the stars can’t help in the haze, they are kept away through toils of clouds which gobble up the sky. My penmanship […]

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