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We had spectacular skies and no boat disturbances as
hurricane Bill approached and passed us by. We ambled about
Glaastah with Gail and Bob and heard stories about earlier years from Bob's lovely 90 something mother. She remembered about the yearly visits of gypsies, the Stanley tribe, who came and fixed roofs or did wicker work. She described them as nice people who came, camped, worked and then left. Where did they go we asked. "Oh, they were Indians", she replied, "they went back into the forest."
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