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The Eighth Dadless Day

April 26, 2012

James is quite sure that the Dominican Republic lies just beyond the mountain you can see from our front window. Every time an aircraft passes over head, he tells me that Dad’s just coming by to check on us. Where’s a flare when you need one? We miss you Dad!

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