Jeff Ewing Bolinas, California isn’t quite there. Threads of fog drift across the middle distance, making the landscape insubstantial, the people half-formed. I can hear the thud of breakers crashing somewhere up ahead, just shy of the edge of the world. My car slows on its own, adding to the sense of stalled momentum pushing … Continue reading The Lost Coast
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