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October 7, 2005:

Pretty girl, white sun dress, white hat. Sits on a pylon near the ferry landing, blowing tentative but mournful notes from a white wooden recorder.

That's her life, those notes.

Sittin' on the dock of the bay, watching the tide drift away...

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