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[senoritafish]

In an out of the way corner of Fish Harbor, between the Al Larson Boatyard and the prison, I found a reminder of how Terminal Island used to be.



Engraved on glass and granite, I found a very sad story. One I was not aware of.
























Black Current off our shore
Fishes so plentiful
Yet, hardships parents endured
We remember
And honor forever
Our village no more