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Friday the Thirteen

Friday the thirteen Is the day when ancient sailors meet in silent jubilation on the island of Saragossa, they walk to the island’s highest top and when the fog lifts, can see strange ships out there ships full of containers with no deck- room for a jig. They hope none of the ships will run aground it will only attract attention. settlers will come, build on their land and plant potatoes. Where are the ancient sailors going to live? Inside walls or under tarpaulin, soon the fog will descend obscure the island and leave them in peace.

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Date: 7/13/2018 9:21:00 AM
Hopefully...Nice write...All the best Jan
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