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2003-06-28

I can hear the Blue Angels flying over my office. It is a beautiful sunny not too hot day. It would be perfect for sailing.... and yet here I am, mining prospects. Puppy has to eat you know. Me, I could afford to lose a few pounds. Somebody googled the picture of my sailboat. I opened the file and remembered what it looked like. Seems like forever that we just played, And life goes on.

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