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Aft*WJt±hÊ^ettin*2ûD Maintenance is out smoking in brown coveralls, dragging shovels. In the shadow of the ferris wheel, bright hints of deer. 127 Iceland^ Mike white It always felt as though our house was someplace Colder than it should have been. But I was a child: Encircling sea and island home were all my Life and dreams. Dad built a ship in my sleep. Alone he sailed to find warm harbors where No one spoke a language he would miss; Dark water all around, no sail between the sea and sky. 12? ...

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