One hazy morning in Maine.
Low tide underway.
First ones out.
Me, following their footprints.
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Georgetown, ME
Sign of a good day...
One hazy morning in Maine...
Our lives would never be the same...
I’ll never forget the day.
That morning a life of crime took shape.
The perfect disguise.
A pink mesh bag.
Once holding Vietnamese noodles.
Now gripping our innocent son’s face in its evil grasp.
He didn’t stand a chance.
His mother…the culprit.
Our lives would never be the same.
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Summer...
One Wednesday morning…
