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9 August 2007. Fuzzy gray sky--more velour than chenille--a meteorological children's blanket, pulled up over the crib... Woman from Bretagne--face à la mer--something from a painting by Serusier, or Gauguin. Truth of the local--even when it's not one's own. As in the Tempest--the English expedition of 1609, a second batch of colonists set out for Jamestown...they encounter a massive mid-Atlantic storm, find themselves wrecked on the shores of Bermuda. Written up later in the colonies by survivors, the story eventually makes the rounds of literary London--and corresponding details appear in Shakespeare's final play...
"When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest much of me..."
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