March 25, 2007

• The River

  I don't know why this town on the end of the Merrimak keeps on calling us, but it does.  I guess it's because it is always nice to wander around an old fishing town caught between the past and the condominium divided commuter driven today.

  
    
  With the girl I will spend the rest of my life with we set sail in a ship of stone and glass.

  

  

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