From the Diary

The beach yesterday. East Hampton Main. Mist everywhere. You couldn’t really see more than a few yards, although, overhead, you could tell it was sunny. Then, late in the afternoon, it started to clear. And there, far down the beach, were parapets. With flags on top. Pennants. Like a carnival. Like a medieval castle. Rich men’s houses. Fading in and out as the mist swirled.


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