11 Sep

Yankee Dune Grass

With the scent of this candle I am transported to Cape Cod on a cold April morning, on the edge of the Atlantic. I work my toes into the dark, gritty sand and watch the great storm clouds gathering and rolling inland. A wave crashes and swarms toward me, flowing over my feet and sending a shiver up my spine. A brief but powerful counter-wind come from the west, from Boston, and the voice of Jillian Brewer flutters in my ear: "Dune Grass..."

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