From ghostly nights atop Nobska, to the rush and blur of the Woods Hole Green- sometimes I forget that this place has given me a timeline and a place of bonfires. Cape Cod has been my home since I moved here from Rhode Island with my parents and younger brother when I was three. The place is steeped in legend for me. Like the ruins of Avalon crumbling in the dusk somewhere offshore, so too does this place of glacial remnants contain healing waters...
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