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Lundy was a distant man.
Aloof.
Towering.
A misty man.
Severe.
I thought
“Poor man
he’s been battered by the ocean
since time
began.”
Lundy kept his shroud in place
I could not see his face
his granite nose and chin.
He would not let me in.
Three light houses had he.
I thought
“Silly Lundy!”
Because the first...
Friday 13th May 2011 8:55 am
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