Last month I attended a dear cousin’s baby shower in Mystic, Connecticut, another seaside town that welcomes visitors with nostalgia, a breath of salt air, and some Atlantic clams dipped in butter.
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On Chasing Tropes and Heartbroken Ghosts
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Last month I attended a dear cousin’s baby shower in Mystic, Connecticut, another seaside town that welcomes visitors with nostalgia, a breath of salt air, and some Atlantic clams dipped in butter.