Postponing Pain

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Having docked the Jenny Wren at Porto Carlo Riva, Rapallo, I was a mix of emotions, moving once again inland, away from the sea, yet thrilled to be driving to Genoa, and then the virus-free flight back to the United States, stopping over in London, for the birth of our second grandchild inside three months.

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I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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Harry Hogg

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I was born in London, adopted, lived my youth on an island off the coast of Scotland. Now living between Colorado, Missouri, California. I write to be loved

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