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The siren’s souvenir, cracks on my cabin window, to give me a warning. My ears still ring and the sting of her tendrils seen on my arm, show evidence of her touch. I never believed the old sailors’ stories, but now I know. I was lucky to sail free from her dangerous waves.
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Wordle 717
The Bag Lady 
Good story.
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