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Coming upon the Tree of Heaven on the island made of dredge -- like a little signpost from our Mary, the dear friend of my dear mother and the dear mother of my dear friends / Amico Island / Nov. 2011
"...where late the sweet birds sang..."
~ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 73
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