Across the lonely beach we flit, One little sandpiper and I, And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry. —Celia Thaxter
She has prowled Island bookstores, gone crabbing in the Oyster Pond and pored over old records stored in the vault at the Edgartown town hall. Hillary Clinton’s ties to Martha’s Vineyard were forged well before she sought political office for herself.