Angel in the Snow
Issue #59
Winter 1992-93
The gray is terminal this time of year. The tourists cleared out months ago, leaving us islanders to find one another in the barren streets, exchange pleasantries, then wander home. I drive into Vineyardhaven for my morning cup of jumpstart...
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