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M<\/em><\/span>y creative writing professor\u2013from when I was a midshipman at the U.S. Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland\u2013loves Maine. For many years, he rented Ragged Island every summer to catch the breezes off Harpswell. Wild with gulls and sea roses, Ragged Island is famous for having been the summer home of Edna St. Vincent Millay. But Dr. Al Lefcowitz was drawn by another magnetism.<\/span><\/p>\nAt dinner one night on the island a decade after I graduated, he told me his pet theory that the shore (and an island is rich with shore) draws people to its edge because the shore itself is a decision between land and sea. It\u2019s mystical. You can feel the lines of flux. That\u2019s why so many people come to the shore to make decisions that are deeply important to their lives. It\u2019s a place of romance, of two separate forces just barely touching. Shore\u2013we come to propose to each other on bended knee here. On the flip side, I\u2019ve seen people tossing their wedding rings into the surf.<\/span><\/p>\n Smokers come to the shore to light up. Children come to the shore at the edge of growing up.<\/span><\/p>\n Freud called dreams \u201csailing at night.\u201d I like to think of the shore as the line of demarcation between wakefulness and dreams. Other imagery treats the shore as the line between life and death.<\/span><\/p>\n When I was part of a squadron of Navy pilots, whenever we flew across the coast after a long passage over water, we found ourselves \u201cfeet dry,\u201d another way of saying we\u2019d passed over ocean and were high above land. I can still hear my copilot radioing in our altered state: \u201cAh (crackle), this is Hotel Whiskey One Nine, feet dry at Angels Two.\u201d (Angels being altitude in thousands of feet.)<\/span><\/p>\n The shore is why canoes and kayaks are so sensational. They\u2019re silent and convey us from rockbound reality into\u2026something else. Part of you is bobbing just below the surface. You\u2019re floating into the world of the imagination.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n