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This track was written in memory of a cousin, a garrulously warm, raccoon-and-possum hunting, chain-smoking, retired nurse whom I discovered online via a genealogical hunt. She sent me a yard sale ceramic cartoon red tugboat as a gift, steeped in the scent of cigarettes. Whenever I see red tugs pass by along the Hudson, I think of her.
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