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| Rainy day through a Gulf Coast window, twiddling my crabcakes with a fork, memories rolling down the glass, tiny skiffs rocking tall masts, what is the story of the waitress' life, why am I not in church, what is my wife thinking, why did the ancestors choose Mississippi, is my fate sealed, barely out of the sea, why did we leave it |
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