Sitting against a dune in Truro, listening to the rythym of the surf under a New moon sky with stars from horizon to forever.
Spread my ashes there.
Soon, Flap.
Not spread your ashes,but fishing soon. And get well soon..
He that would make his own liberty secure, must guard even his enemy from oppression; for if he violates this duty, he establishes a precedent that will reach to himself.
Thomas Paine
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