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James Carroll

Surf, sand, and shipwrecks

The skeletal remains of the old schooner, which washed ashore in January, was lovingly preserved by the ocean. The wreckage has drawn onlookers. The skeletal remains of the old schooner, which washed ashore in January, was lovingly preserved by the ocean. The wreckage has drawn onlookers. (Vincent DeWitt for the Boston Globe/File)
By James Carroll
March 10, 2008

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I DROVE alone to the ocean the other day, aiming to take a solitary walk on the winter beach. Oh, for that rare frame of mind engendered by raw wind, spray, the crunch of half-frozen sand underfoot - rank loneliness of the deserted strand. The interior seascape to which such brooding melancholy opens relieves the claustrophobia of rushed life in ... (Full article: 757 words)

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