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By local author: Peggy Crowley Clutz He kissed me once He kissed me twice And I had to admit It was awfully nice His big blue eyes And...

By local writer: Mary Kate Glimes God bless the PWC. In my family, being on a boat is synonymous to being in paradise. A wooden boat,...

By: Kristin Dunker I was born by the sea on a cold December day. And though I haven't always lived near the water I've always, always...