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When the rains came heavy the sea would turn a tumultuous gray. It would raise up and twist itself as it tried to bring the boat into itself and there would be a little bit of fear in men. But unless it became very bad and the sea became very greedy against the boat the … More Sjøen
The first man I met from America was so obviously an American. He spoke with a southern drawl, a mountainous gut from good living and a Harley Davidson shirt. He used to be in the military. Some kind of radioman I think. He was called Jesse. But his Italian, Ohmygod, his Italian. The best, better … More Alba Sulla Montagna Part 2
The bureaucracy of a democracy operates on a level of veracity that cannot be duplicated in any other form of government or even industry. There is no marketing to a DMV line, no propaganda to the post office. No one gets rich. The people are served, however seemingly inefficient. It is only due to the … More The Truth Is Out There
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