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David is sailing on.  No doubt he shoved off and motored under a bridge with his boat balls hanging low.  Heading out of the bay and slipping through the reef as the tide was falling.  He is at the helm now, on a broad reach, fingers stirring through a black rum float, his lips curling as he looks out to say hello. 

David is with us all today

and we will have him. 

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