Boundless: Tracing Land and Dream in a New Northwest Passage

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A WEEK BEFORE I got the invitation that would revive an old, lost search of mine, I lay on a dock with college friends. This was our second summer reunion after thirty years of going on with our separate lives, and we’d all grown up. I’d turned fifty and could finally laugh with a kind of compassion at the heartbreakingly young faces of our yearbook photos. We’d forgiven petty old hurts and now saw each other with more far-sighted, more human eyes. I wasn’t used to the laughter — was used to long hours squirrelled away in a room, alone, writing, then my family coming home for supper; once in a while, a foray out to the library or to have coffee with one friend at a time, or a short pilgrimage alone. This was a dock party. I felt like a character in a Judy Blume book. We had cold beer and nachos, and the cottage was a scrap of heaven that Aloise, my old university roommate, had built with her husband.

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