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September 13, 2017September 13, 2017kinnakeethome

Little Kinnakeet Lifesaving Station

August 12, 2017August 12, 2017kinnakeethome

A place of refuge

March 15, 2017March 15, 2017kinnakeethome

Sand, sea, sky

February 8, 2017February 8, 2017kinnakeethome

My Grandfather’s House

January 17, 2017January 17, 2017kinnakeethome

A Coke and a pack of Nabs

December 20, 2016December 20, 2016kinnakeethome

The Christmas of ’42

December 7, 2016December 7, 2016kinnakeethome

Remembering Pearl Harbor

November 10, 2016November 10, 2016kinnakeethome

Chicken and piebread

October 21, 2016October 21, 2016kinnakeethome

Old school drum fishing

September 29, 2016September 29, 2016kinnakeethome

A man of value

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Rhonda Roughton

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

"Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way!"

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