Our last hour of sunlight felt like eternity. John and I were on the rocky coast of Maine, armed with a picnic and prosecco, lounging on rocks like seals in sweatshirts. The moon had reached fullness the night before. We’d taken a walk underneath it, as we often do, bathing in silve…
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