All Poetry

  • 1341. Cosimia and Orea, Part 1
    Part 1: Legend of Orea Revealed We had heard of her, rumors spreading village To village, along seashores. Yes, I had dreamt Of Orea, stranger, yet one of us, kindred […]
  • 1340. Woodland Sprites
    Telltale snap of broken tree limbs betrayed Trespasser approaching secluded stream, Blurred motion edge of sight, hard descent, Thick spruces concealed my bathing place, Sunlit broad stone, ankle-deep water flowed, […]
  • 1339. Sea Breeze B&B
    Yes, we bought an old seaside house in Maine, Near Lubec, most eastern part of foreshore, Next to Canadian border, two plus hours out Of Bangor, edifice to another era […]
  • 1338. Flora’s Assignation
    “Nuit Rendez-vous de Flora” Réveillé dans la nuit, le sommeil de la  Famille, l’air refroidi, le cœur battant, pour  Les ruines antiques je courus, me priais Vous y étiez, par […]
  • 1337. The Love Letter, Part 4
    Part 4: Dressa’s Cunning Thread (Last) Anticipation, watching flowerpot through rain- Streaked kitchen windowpanes, I wondered, Will true love exist is “A’s” eyes, or have I been Deceived by whimsical […]
  • 1336. The Love Letter, Part 3
    Part 3: Night-Singing Nightingale Last few days, I felt as if “A” was watching From afar, never approaching front porch Flowerpot. Poor child, I imagined, flirtations Of young love, where […]
  • 1335. The Love Letter, Part 2
    Part 2: Mirror-Gazing Affections Quiet morning, kettle on, suspicious noise I heard, sliding of glazed planter on porch Stones. First thought, crows, raccoons, except Flowering pot was too heavy. Before […]
  • 1334. The Love Letter, Part 1
    Part 1: Anonymous Love Letter How can something so small be conspicuous, Occupying my thoughts, tantalizing my heart, Vintage envelope, letter containing, delicate Hand expressing her affections, her love, sent […]
  • 1333. Willow, Fall Sea Gales
    First morning light, blustery walk on stone-piledBeach, skies red-streaked, father with me, pipe Puffing, fishing boots, walking along side (or Far ahead), concerns for dirty weather on Outer Hebridean Isles. […]
  • 1332. Dream Visitor
    I or we were alone in early morning silence. We is plural of self, quiet voice lingering After rising, dream visitor, who gradually Disappears with daily routine, checking Phone, taking […]
  • 1331. Forested Sphere, Part 3
    Part 3: Nature’s Magnificence (Last) For the two of us, ocean wind was our Companion, coupling with living invisible. How stiff breezes caused seagrass to wave, Cold shuddering, seabirds darting […]
  • 1330. Forested Sphere, Part 2
    Part 2: Shared Vision Week later, we met again, same trailhead Benches overlooking windswept foreshores, Her nose, cheeks sun-tinged, hair tangles, Benefits of sea and sun. She was younger, Free […]
  • 1329. Forested Sphere, Part 1
    Part 1: Someplace Quiet, Secluded Long difficult year had passed since we Last talked face-to-face, over coffee, Gourmet muffins, fork sharing, in local Coffee shop. Hard months imparted Changes. Her […]
  • 1328. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 3
    Part 3: Life on Desolate Shores (Last) For months within this Kellesha-contrived world, I, Anya endured an isolated, loveless Existence, void of sensation, no taste, smell, Feeling of wind upon […]
  • 1327. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 2
    Part 2: Soul Passageways    Whilst I had not lived Kellesha’s life, herMemories crept into my consciousness,Dream images she parchment recorded.By warring strife, great woodlands, cities,Ancient and flourishing, had fallen, high-Standing […]
  • 1326. Anya, Tomb Voices, Part 1
    Part 1: Tomb of Warrioress Kellesha Night voices awakened me, cottage-windowClose, yet forest deep. From crofting family,Twinkling lights lured me – furtive fairies,Sprites, I knew not which, except within myHead […]
  • 1325. Forest Ceremonies
    Into forests deep we ventured, tall Pines sky-reaching, bright clearing Found. Yes, two of us, sheer robes Undone amongst ferns, cool breeze, Two bodies taking mid-day sun. For Her, natural […]
  • 1324. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 3
    Part 3: Highland Stag Fendith (Last) Legend tells of guardians, mortal and divine, Mother’s distant whispers to daughter, Anya, Overcame darkness dread, “Child, remember Lighted skies.” Four words crept forest, […]
  • 1323. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 2
    Part 2:  Crone Neysa Ensnares Anya Awakening from forest depths, Anya sought Pungent smoky fires of crone, Neysa, in her Cave-like hovel sequestered, herbs drying, Pots of putrid liquid simmering, […]
  • 1322. Anya, Forest Wildling, Part 1
    Part 1:  Sash-Dancing Daughter Too young to understand, Anya viewed life Through beauty and movement, forest trees Wind-waving, scudding clouds, flowering Trees, buds released amongst springtime Swirling snow, inspiring her […]
  • 1321. Maine Spring Rituals
    Maine spring rituals, late snow on budding Daffodils, warming sunlight weakens winter’s Hold, wonderous transformation seen from Cottage door, windows. Across hillsides Come greening trees, flowering meadows. Pleasures of rambling […]
  • 1320. Maine, Sleeping Chimera
    Summer night, rain-heavy clouds, shadowy Light entered our bedroom, I listened to her Rhythmic breathing, sweet music, tangled Life, conflicting currents, she washed upon My shores, penniless, all she owned […]
  • 1319. Maine, Dreamt Memories
    Memories, mind lurking, oft sleep emerging, Enigmatic recollections, as much avoided as Adored, dreams occurring, awaking, within Mirror I was pale appearing, death touched, Surf washing over my consciousness during […]
  • 1318. Maine, Sea Dreams
    Awakening from dreams, I did not know when Or where I was, painted seashores, romance, Younger woman, single kiss before we parted, Perplexed by contradictions, life spiraling Beyond our control. […]
  • 1317. Maine, Home Headlands
    Can you hear voices calling?  New verses Welling from within, visceral feelings years Denied, now unthwarted, uncharted, horizon Rising anew. “Come now, find new life, greater Visions.” Take hold, leave […]
  • 1316. Maine, Small Evening Fires
    Inherited from my grandparents, my cottageIs 100 years old, hand-laid stone basementWalls, boards placed on cinderblocks to stepFrom here to there, fuse box replaced withElectrical panel since I moved in. […]
  • 1315. Maine Solitary Life
    Warming days on Maine foreshores, my face Wind-sun burnished, dark sea remains cold. No peace exists between surf and stone, Continual strife and turbulence reflect my Solitary life and feelings, […]
  • 1314. Windowpane Reflections
    Strangest predawn occurrence, I peered intoOpen windowpane, glass angled in ghostlyLight, I saw my reflection, but was someoneElse, another me, roaming all night, nowRetreating with first glimmer of sunlight.Whispered to […]
  • 1313. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 3
    Part 3: Emily Becomes Moon Manon (Last) Today, paper-wrapped package arrived, heart- Racing anticipation, return address of my lover, Letter enclosed, too painful to repeat, except My affections were not […]
  • 1312. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 2
    Part 2: Plain Fish on White Plate For weeks I shared my feelings, each letter More revealing than the last, thoughts on Windswept rocky shores realized, part of Myself recorded, […]
  • 1311. Emily’s Island Romance, Part 1
    Part 1: Maine Island Romance Inner light, glowing flame alighted within, Embers rising to wondrous warmth, slow, Gradual, unintended, through penned words, Inked lines in letters, I have fallen in […]
  • 1310. Willow, Torn Seasons
    Gale blowing offshore, swirling rain and snow, Obscuring nearby sea-stacks, Papa and I were Cottage bound, thrust together by dirty weather. Gusting winds, rhythmic thumping of front Door, papa lit […]
  • 1309. Willow, Guiding Lantern Light
    Whilst spring had arrived, days and nights Seemed just as long, seas as cold, yet fishers Took to cresting waves, lowering nets alongDistant rocky isles, coves and bays up andDown […]
  • 1308. Willow, Spring Stream Flowing
    “Our stream will flow again, Willow,” papaPromised, pipe puffing. “Hard winter for Island crofters, hearth fires, cooking pot,Ice melting, first few bubbles for morning Tea, stirabout. Slow-ticking clock, we awaited […]
  • 1307. Ancients Understood
    What was the first time like? Like whirlwind, Did it happen suddenly? Or something else Memorable? It began as quiet conversation Over coffee, nearby restaurant. We went Where we weren’t known, […]
  • 1306. Times Remembered
    We longed for freedoms and tangles we Both knew, simple pleasures, emotional Complexities, embracing without fear Or concern. Casual walks along island Cliffs and meandering trails, rock and Ferns. How […]
  • 1305. Ghostly Landscapes
    Mix of rain and snow, we rode silently amongst Spruce forests. She drove, more accustomed to Narrow asphalt disappearing into fog, seashores Vanishing into nothingness. Ghostly landscapes Her home, I […]
  • 1304. Winter Rituals
    Recent snows resurrected memories of family In Newfoundland. We lived by small rituals, Some religious, some not, all earnest Prayers, nonetheless, to persevere another Winter. By firelight, papa drank hot […]
  • 1303. Tenzing, Place of Fiery Light
    Beneath clear mountain skies, I wandered, Stream resting, cool water drinking, as did Bryjema, grass grazing, music of ringing Bells. Traversing rocky moraine, I am farther From home, happiness and […]
  • 1302. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 5
    Part 5: Bewilderment Gave Way (Last) Tedious steps descending to rocky moraine, Fast-flowing streams, visit to Taygreté, one Word haunted me: Bewilderment. Cymbals, Drums, prayerful soul seeking divine, I, Tenzing, […]
  • 1301. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 4
    Part 4: Mountain-Touching Heavens Rising mountain heights, presence of Taygreté, Priestess or oracle, I, Tenzing, wisdom there Received. Knowing dark eyes, she conveyed, “Young girl, divine voices beckoned me,” she […]
  • 1300. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 3
    Part 3: Pilgrimage to Taygreté Night awakened, peering outside of small Yak-wool tent, dense fog descended, my Companion gone, Bryjema mist-wet. No Moon or stars I was nothingness lost, some […]
  • 1299. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 2
    Part 2: Chance Encounter Three days Bryjema and I trekked rising Rocky paths, toward distant mountain peaks. No closer they seemed, one moment clear, Sunlit, next mist-shrouded, time obscured, Arduous […]
  • 1298. Tenzing, Beyond the Beyond, Part 1
    Part 1: Rocky Paths Together Taken What lies beyond mountain heights, cloud- Swept distance of nomadic shepherds and Goat herders? Beyond this life of prayer, Village solitude, of stream-flowing valleys? […]
  • 1297. Tenzing, Pony Bryjema
    Life has many pathways, mountain meandering, Valleys steep sloping, cold-flowing streams, Days of happiness, but one true destiny. Goat- Herding family, tent dwellers, arduous lives For generations, we lived as […]
  • 1296. Tenzing, Rivulet of Light
    Of age to make hillside pilgrimage, prayers And prostrations, my family watched from Afar, evening descended, sun setting behind Dark-silhouetted peaks, first stars, planets Rising-emerged, night of celestial solitude. Distant […]
  • 1295. Tenzing, Moraine Prayer Flags
    Not all deserts are sand-rippling dunes, Extending to cloudless horizon, lost Regions where nomadic wanderers Mingled alongside snowy summits. Where is this other desolate world? Here, on high plateau moraine, […]
  • 1294. Tenzing, Plateau Migrations
    First snow flurries, harbinger of hard winter, As hunter-gatherers, we migrated from high Plateau to protected lowland pastures and Lakes. Tonight, at river’s edge, campfires Burn, sparks rising to starry […]
  • 1293. Tenzing, Place of Bones
    Beneath wind-shivering wildflowers, Grasslands, bleached bones I found Infiltrated with reaching roots. How Many years have tribal clans taken Nearby paths across high steppe? In windy silence, I sing amongst […]
  • 1292. Tenzing, Sacred Path
    So much charity by so few, we are Forever grateful, songs of praise, no Blessings forgotten, protection from Windblown rain, grain for bread, clear Waters, we love and are loved.  […]
  • 1291. Tenzing, Clouds and Earth
    Upon high grasslands, clouds and earth Merge, morning sun, moving shadows. Alone, I walk amongst windy light, eyes Uplifted, arms outstretched, I rise to Mountain heights on lofty breeze.   First […]
  • 1290. Willow, Pale Moonlight
    Pale moon, cold light shadow-casting, family Cottage empty, parents gone, sleepless nights, I, Willow, find no peace amongst these stone Walls, footstep-smoothed wooden floors. Night Naked, I am lost, torn […]
  • 1289. Willow, Family Memories
    At sunset, I turned my eyes from sea to hills Behind me, gathering evening mist, low- Lying clouds reflecting rosy hues, ocean Moving, fleeting figures, elevated above my Home, Outer […]
  • 1288. Cosimia, Metallic Voices
    Evening hillside breeze, wind-waving trees, Belief in gods, old and new, metallic voices Beckoned me, Cosimia. “Do you hear them?” Parents listened, discerned not but hollow Sounds. “Abandoned temple, winding […]
  • 1287. Willow, Eternal Boatmen
    Where have I been? With sickness, many Have died, remaining disappeared. Days of Rain, dreams beyond reach, island life was Cloud-obscured. Fevered coughs, I drifted As rain dripped, streaked windowpanes, […]
  • 1286. Reunited
    Long air flights, thrust together on rainy night, I was not used to your presence, nakedness, Another but familiar someone sleeping next to Me. Bad dreams, you were restless all […]
  • 1285. Iola, Blossoms Gathered
    Spring morn, sunlight warming winter-pale flesh, Fertility rituals performed, translation of ancient Papyri, “Blossoms Gathered.” Unwary gaze, eyes Mirror bright, maidens awaiting muscled suitors, Gossamer gown feet-falling, secluded evenings Amongst […]
  • 1284. Forest Offering
    Winter-frozen forest, predawn hike on frosty trails, Rambling stream my senses sought, water flowing Beneath ice clear, steady movement eluded night- Congealing. First rising sun, light-limned treetops, Rising mist took […]
  • 1283. Which Quiet Are You?
    Which quiet are you? Contemplating sentient Life in stars of multiple hues? Or in reticent solitude, Wiping night tears away? Oft, no nether realm exists, Terra firm or nebulae, sailing […]
  • 1282. Willow, Song of Fair Isles
    How many hills does an island make, streams And pasturelands? It’s not what’s underfoot, But what sings within my heart, fair isles of Seas and skies. Melodies of rock and […]
  • 1281. Willow, Island Old Age
    Where does old age come from? Years island- Spent, amongst things unchanging, ebb and Flow of tides, surf crashing on rocky shores, Life’s grist, wearing flesh and bone. I’ve seen […]
  • 1280. December Reflections
    Dezember reflexionen, schlängelnde Waldbach, Hemd ausgezogen, blasse Brüste, Sehnsucht nach Frühling. Heute im Wald.  
  • 1279. Realities of Romance
    Realities of romance, different time zones. It’s 10 pm for you, 2 am for me. Yes, I was Asleep (restlessly) or awake (barely), ever Concerned for you, how difficult Arctic […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Offering
    Cold nakedness, hunger, poverty, descending Steep ravines, single misstep I feared, death- plunging rocks, broken tree branches, dagger Sharp awaited me. “By every bleeding thistle Cut, injuries, illness you,” Brynfrida, […]
  • 1278. Brynfrida, Forest Wanderer
    “You have fallen from the sky,” my mother, Thrya, whispered – boundless, nameless Place I met soul of crone Halfrida, snow- Swirling moments joined, then to earth I plunged, recast […]
  • 1277. Brynja Becomes Brynfrida
    By roaring night fire, Norse warriors spoke In turn, assembled althing, place of father’s Fathers, deeds held account, crone Halfrida Found dead, body blue frozen, hands bone Necklace clutching, her […]
  • 1276. Willow, Death of Fenella
    Illness swept our island, young, elderly, Too weak against taught rope, straining Pull, deep cough, dark nights shallow- Wheezing breaths. “How is she?” crofters Asked of elder mother, Fenella, frail-thin, […]
  • 1275. Life-Stories Recounted
    In darkness I wept, neither dead nor alive, Clutching dream-memories, another life, Another time, seated next to you, loving You, Suppliant, Sphinx* plays performed, Evening cool, music pleasant, life-stories Recounted, […]
  • 1274. Willow, Ferry Acquaintance
    When ferry taking, island leaving, I oft stand By myself, steel deck, engines churning, Motion beneath my feet, few face-streaking Tears. Yes, I love this lump of rock called Home, […]
  • 1272. Skena, Malevolent Cloud
    Night waking, wind’s ceaseless song, sea Storms, winter gales, shipwrecked tales told In mournful wails, flotsam foreshores drifting, Legends children learnt by flickering hearth Flames, gusts round chimney howling. Yet, […]
  • 1271. Willow, Peat Pony Beven
    No longer wanted or needed, Peat Pony Beven was given to us. Papa said, “No.” Mama and I said, “Yes.” I brought him Home, baskets, harness, bells, unloved, Beven was […]
  • 1270. Sister Muriel, Morning Prayers
    Above my pallet bed, wood carved, I rise To one verse, John 1:1, recited aloud with Morning rosary prayers, bowl of porridge, Hearth coals warmed, dawning day, my Work begins, […]
  • 1269. Willow, Celtic Connections
    From chapel pulpit, wave of his right hand, Parson announced we were all connected, His sermon, life on outer Scottish islands, Distant cousins, we are all blood-relations, Deep-rooted heritage, time-extending […]
  • 1268. Willow, Cottage Belonging
    How do you where you belong, cottage, field, Or forest? By running one’s hands across time- Weathered walls or stone? Visceral connection, Heart comforts, whispering, “You are home, Child.” Such […]
  • 1267. Willow, Campfire Tales
    Campfire tales we told, strange but familiar To our time and clans, glen-secluded fairies, Dwelling amidst mossy stones, gnarled tree Roots, water-trickling melodies, for islanders, We so shared our home, […]
  • 1266. Willow and Ríonach
    Scudding clouds of fall marked summer’s End, soul-restoring warmth upon my face, Waving-grass secluded granite slabs. Upon Woolen blanket, I dream-slept of decades Past, life on these outer Hebridean isles, […]
  • 1265. Willow, Timeless Moments
    Have you stared until something changed? Glimpsed dozen yesteryears? Foundations Of stone I visited, sat within wind-waving Grassy bounds, shadows of sun and cloud, Concentration I do not force, passing […]
  • 1264. Willow, Legend of Ætherstone
    Cloud-shrouded on island heights, first visit To ancient Ætherstone, Scottish medieval Fortress, partially destroyed, stout outer Walls rubble reduced, abandoned, time-lost. What did I, Willow, expect to find? Gardens Blooming […]
  • 1263. Willow, Island Loneliness
    Overtaken by island loneliness, I’m absorbed By clouded heights, expanse of seas, stretching Beyond circling seabirds, past expectations of What could be if I, Willow, were born someone, Somewhere else […]
  • 1262. Fundy Island Weather
    Islanders, we lived on shores of dark waters, Chilly in summertime, cloud-shrouded days, Passing rain, mists night-rising, few days we Felt sun-warmth. Sweatshirt clad visitors asked, “Is it always like […]
  • 1261. Willow, Salt-Herring Packing
    “All we have is sea and sky, land beneath Feet,” Papa said, pipe puffing, net mending, on Outer Hebrides. “Family, too,” he added, Father’s reassurance, windswept islands, Chilly summers, more […]
  • 1260. Migratory Urges
    How do we know where we belong? Was it Destined from birth or lies latent in DNA? Couple from St. Lawrence Seaway drove Twelve hours to stay at Virginia Assateague […]
  • 1259. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 3
    Part 3: Mysticism Alight in Bone, Blood (Last) Cyllene’s temple returned, released as vine, Tree abruption-ripped, roots bark-indwelling, My soul, flesh lacerated. “Why me, why this?” I, Cosmia, asked, pained […]
  • 1258. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 2
    Part 2: Children of Ægina Infant eyes opened to sunlight of distant Foreign shores, goddess Cyllene breast- Clutching, was I, Cosimia, reborn or cast Asunder, midst of warring tribes? Hundred […]
  • 1257. Cosimia and Cyllene, Part 1
    Part 1: Glorious Bright Glances Our customs, rituals primitive, festivals, Feasts, beliefs mystical, living deities, Walking, teaching us, yet approach their Radiance we could not, even shy goddess, Cyllene, domain […]
  • 1256. Cosimia, Two Sides of Self
    Legend of two selves, two sides of self in Same mortal vessel, one in body toiling, Dawn waking, daily life upon high steppe, Shepherds, nomadic wanderers, foreign Merchants, following trade […]
  • 1255. Sister Muriel, Fern-Lined Path
    Irish forests deep, fern-lined path I walk, Elevated in faith, my feet touch not earthly Ground, my steps following Holy Mother Mary in my spiritual life, experiences rarely Shared, written […]
  • 1252. Willow and Vivanya, Part 3
    Part 3: Destined Fates (Last) Island evening, Vivanya and I, Willow, gazed Upon northern night-shimmering clouds,* Goddess’ sky-reaching hair unbound, sacred Fire-reign over her bridesmaids, elder water- Witch, such accolades […]
  • 1251. Willow and Vivanya, Part 2
    Part 2: Ancient Earth Forces “Child, what secrets do you hold? Vivanya Asked of me. Beneath our hillside, island Families built rock-lined spring, catching New-found water. “Survival of this island,” […]
  • 1250. Willow and Vivanya, Part 1
    Part 1: Vivanya, Water-Witch “They are hand-carrying water,” mother said, Outside window looking, Greer family arrived From Scottish mainland, settling on Hebridean Isle. New blood, generations crofting, sheep, Cows. From […]
  • 1249. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 4
    Part 4: Twilight’s Lost Gleaming (Last) Sea currents, mysterious ship-guiding Winds, Cycladic isles we discerned, Sofia Leapt into foaming surf, on beach naked Strove. Fresh water streams, ripening figs We […]
  • 1248. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 3
    Part 3: Virtues of Sea-Life Hillsides twilight-gleaming, shimmering Sofia by my side, flowering orchards, wind- Waving wheat, as much real as dreamt, she Stated, “Creation place, we must return, Day’s […]
  • 1247. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 2
    Part 2: Sofia, Divine Charioteer “O! Flaming essence who are you?” I asked, At gown-shrouded feet kneeling, forehead Ground touching, “Rise, Tizmay, listen and Learn. No goddess am I, no […]
  • 1246. Tizmay, Twilight-Gleaming, Part 1
    Part 1: Bronze-Bolted Portal From dreams, I awakened or sleep-entered, Face, hands, body not my own, past life Or future self, all round me askew. Blurred Perceptions, languages foreign to […]
  • 1245. Complexities, Ironies
    Can you feel it, my love? How laughter and Crying both quake the chest, take the breath. How eyes water, tears stream, until one engulfs The other, grief overtaking joy, […]
  • 1244. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 5
    Part 5: Celtic Guiding Voices (Last) Storm petrels we are, wing-darting tween When, where,” Hremsa stated, steerboard- Steady, groaning sailing dory, shredding Sails, returning, if not wind-squalled from Deific heights. […]
  • 1243. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 4
    Part 4: Celtic Myth-Memories Never had I felt seasick, island fishing boats, Papa’s able hands, foaming seas, colliding Wind-waves, Hremsa at steerboard, sailing Dory crest-skimming tween briny depths and Air, […]
  • 1242. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 3
    Part 3: Sea-Steering Steadying Hands “What bothers you so?” Hremsa asked of me, Willow, Scottish mainland marooned, lost to Family, Hebridean Isles.” “Island is dying,” I replied, “Two  years, peat […]
  • 1241. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 2
    Part 2: Desperate Discoveries Life on Outer Hebrides islands, perspectives, Sights narrowed, as if ocean viewed from ship Porthole, I, Willow, never ventured beyond our Foreshores. Upon fishing-croft landed, Jannet […]
  • 1240. Willow, Ocean Passages, Part 1
    Part 1: Jannet and Kamden Life’s decisions, ocean passages, waves hard- Steep, Papa, another fisherman, rowing open Dory, we pushed for Atlantic steel-hull trawlers, With us mother, sick boy, seeking […]
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