Tag: Beachcombing
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Flotsam
A re-post from 2015… “If it’s not a mine…” Laura says; “what is it?” Toby shakes his head. “Dunno. It sort of looks like a mine, though. Dad was saying about the war and that. Maybe we should report it, or something?” “Oh, yes, it looks like a mine!” Laura mocks. “Like you’d know […]
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