Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day – I softly sing. —James Weldon Johnson
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A diverse group of Aquinnah residents gathered in the Old Town Hall last week to envision a future for the Island’s farthest outpost. It was the first of two visioning sessions planned for this winter.