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  • Walking alone on the beach of a Casco Bay island, I was lost in an early morning reverie when I came upon this little tangle of pot warp and rock weed. Nothing to it, really, but I stood there mesmerized…floating away into that other world where I sometimes go.

    Terri and I had been together for three years at that point and we had been through a lot – more than life should throw at any couple starting out together – and I saw us in that tangle, inextricably entwined by the storms we had weathered in those few years.

    Storms could and would still wash us about, but there I saw all the lovers, all the people, who have ever found strength, comfort and love in each other’s arms.

    I almost titled this “Tango,” as for some moments I saw it as the dance people have with each other, but in the end I felt the deeper satisfaction of lasting embrace, faith and trust in each other.

    And then, only moments later I came upon a rock formation that became “South Tower,” and “Ground Zero,” but that’s a story for another day.

    That morning was all metaphor...and that other place I go.
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