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I was away in Maine last week.

I come alive there in a way that I don’t at home. Yes, there on the jagged coast where the wind always blows and the cormorants dive all day, I find an ease to my being.

Like the birds I watch so smittenly, birds who can both dive in the water and soar through the air, the world feels limitless. I find daydreams of bright …