
Diamond light
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“[He] sang beyond the genius of the sea”
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Foam painting waves
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Rough water on Monday/Yom Kippur, following a storm at sea
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There’s no better balm than a long stretch of beach, the angled light of late September, a weekend in a house overlooking the sea, shared meals and music making with my gaggle of wild and warm-hearted friends. Oh, Maine coast! You are as close to paradise for me as it gets.
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Camilla’s place
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Best party house ever, with masthead residents year round
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Food for 30
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Dan Doyle and the Dom Perignon
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Dave blissing out with Skye and Ginny
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The timeless in Maine
Tags: Maine coast, Personal
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