Coastal Dreams
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Last published Thu, Jul 27, 2023
There's a funny raggedy older man with a crooked pipe that runs a local fishers shack. I always see him in the mornings when I come down to fish, saying stuff along the lines of 'Be careful of the sea-folk when you're out there! They like pretty young things like yourself for dinner.' Who would think his warnings would be so real?
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