Glimpsing the Remains of the Charm
by Margie Riddle Bearss
The air was chilly and the water even cooler as I waded
into the debris around the Charm. The river was low - knee deep in
spots - and at one spot only ankle deep - and the engine could be seen.
The ruins were lying horizontally so one could walk from end to end.
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