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As a kid, whimy father was stationed at NAS Jax, we used to hunt for gators in the culverts. The one time we found them, you should have seen us scramble up the sides of that ditch!

They were only babies. Still, mum was probably nearby.

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Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty

Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."

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