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May 26, 2010

Das Is Culch

Dad's dead,
in some strange place among strange men. He wasn't even here when he died. The timber and the blueberries and every other damn thing they did to keep body and soul together around here played out and dad breathed his last on a rusty boat dragging what-all to god-knows-where. They sewed him in his canvas bag and slipped him in the ocean like a card trick. -- More @ Sippican Cottage

Posted by Vanderleun at May 26, 2010 10:44 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Bitter sweet, sad, touching and down right depressing.

Posted by: Cilla Mitchell, Galveston Texas at May 26, 2010 11:22 AM

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