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O dear.  The couple were trying to figure out how to get their oar back without going in the water and before it was swept to the sea.

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  1. DianneJuly 18, 2014 at 3:40 PM

    Oh deary me! what a dilemma. Did you offer to swim out & retrieve it for them Joan

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  2. diane bJuly 18, 2014 at 6:17 PM

    Nothing worse than being up the creek without a paddle.

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  3. head in the sunJuly 18, 2014 at 7:28 PM

    oops.

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  4. WinamJuly 20, 2014 at 4:42 PM

    Hope for their sake that the tide was coming in!

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  5. Joan ElizabethJuly 24, 2014 at 9:39 PM

    I didn't hang around to find out its fate. It was certainly heading off to the sea but not rapidly so there is a good chance that they rescued it. And I sure wasn't going to volunteer to go for a splash.

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