| On Peirce Island there’s a sculpture — part figurehead, part mermaid, goddess, mother, wind, warrior — propelled (I swear) right toward the Ring.
Whether we come from down the street, out of state, or another continent entirely — aren’t we all leaning forward, ready to take that next step? Keen to land somewhere safe and meaningful? From my Ring-shaped heart, Margherita |
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Maybe, next time you come to the theatre, park on Peirce Island and go say hello to “My Mother the Wind” by Cabot Lyford. ***For Those Who Sailed Here to Find a New Life*** |
