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The tide took the names off the boats
I'm standing on the mudflats at low tide and every boat's name has been worn smooth, nothing but pale wood where the letters used to be. I keep touching one hull after another, and each time I think maybe I can remember what mine said, but the water just keeps receding further out.
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