Paul it was nothing and everything. I have walked city streets where I shouldn’t have been and the fear there had a form. I have been thirty miles offshore in a raging gale with ice on the rigging and on the decks and the fear there was solid and beat on the hull and rose up before us. but this fear had no face, had no name, it just was

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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