I couldn’t remember the last time I had been on this boat.

I texted my mom “here” and took a seat on a bench facing out to the water. We travel by boat from one piece of land to another. People complain about the boat ride, about the waves, about the coffee, only to sit down and longingly look outward again.

NANTUCKET BY ERYN GORDON

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 7734THPARALLEL.NET

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