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THEN AND NOW Four years since fog and roses. So much to take in, as I set off on the road, barely making it to Carina, once the first stop. Sinking to a bench, still smiling, greeting old friends, arranging for provisions, the temporary relief from pain passing for contentment. Yearning pulls me up and […]

I dream of my return to that place: dusty roads, cliffs that for just a moment make you believe you can fly, and fog weaving between tall trees. In my dreams I sneak between weathered cottages and boathouses and pick my way through strands of retired lobster buoys until at last, the little harbor reveals […]

TWO FOGGED-IN FRIENDS WITH DIFFERING ATTITUDES “Damn, when will this fog bank lift so we can see something, the Lighthouse perhaps, which I know is up there on that hill, which I can’t see  either, or at least the cupola on the Island Inn or the boats bobbing in the harbor?” “Look! Five minutes ago […]