“The boat ride to Yamacraw became a celebration of sorts. It was a time when I became aware of tides ebbing and flooding in accordance with the transcendental clockwork of the universe; a time of the pale, wafer-thin moon in the early morning sky and of the last star to vanish with the coming of the sun over green waters.”
—Pat Conroy, The Water is Wide
Painting: Deborah Fagan Carpenter
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