Friday, June 20th, 2008
Today it’s a bit of a maritime ghost story. I’ve always loved ghost ships and felt a great kinship with the sea.
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Finding the Willow
(c) 2008 by Maura Anderson
Come to me.
The huge expanse of Lake Superior’s surface made the rest of the world seem so far away it might as well be gone. They’d left the shelter of Whitefish Bay yesterday, the rhythmic flash of the lighthouse beacon visible for all too short a time. Fainter and fainter, it soon disappeared into the mist and fog. The mournful sound of the foghorn bid them a sorrowful farewell, consigning the searchers to the dubious mercies of Lake Superior.
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