Steaming past Nobska Light on a foggy morning. Jeremy Smith

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

We know this season in our bones. In the days around The first snowfall stripped down those few leaves that were left as a valiant but futile rear-guard on the gray branches of trees, and winter coats came out to stay. Beaches are lonely and wind-pierced places. Lights began to appear on the streets of the village centers down-Island and church bazaars and a panoply of holiday activities await Islanders in the weekends ahead.


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