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November 18, 2001 ( Sunday, November 18, 2001 ) well, I'm doing much better due to the aide of a good weekend. Not a lot happening recently...friday-parade saturday-volunteer that's about it. "They rock at their moorings, all nestled in dreams. A ghost in the cuddy, a gull on the spar. Till guided by harbour lights their home to stay, away from the roll of the sea." |
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