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Cape Charles, forever ago
Clockwise:
Over-milked coffee, as I like it
An old house in a godforsaken placeJohn Kane in the rippling twilight of the Chesapeake Bay
A quiet moment
I don't think Cape Charles is for everyone, but its isolation created a surreal atmosphere-an atmosphere that allows for a suspension of reality and anything that doesn't have to do with drinking coffee and catching crabs.
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