March 2, 2011 (03022011)

Portuguese kale soup in March is hoodies stiff with salt, Atlantic numbed and July burned, morning kites at Campground Beach racing the rising tide, wing-on-wing into Wellfleet Harbor, Hopper’s shadow and light in the beach grass, RacePointWoodEndLongPointHighland, blueberries and bluefish, August crickets’ last summer fiddle for a mate.

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