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He could tell they were approaching the sea.

The air took on a special strength now that they'd left the fecund warmth of the farmland behind.

There was the smell of the coast, like a primeval memory, composed of equal parts salt water, clams, seaweed and northern air.

He turned from the flying trees to look ahead and saw with an inward boy's eye again the great fieldstone house which, built on one of the many acres of ancestral land bordering the west harbor, had been Izaak's bride-gift to his cousin-wife as the last century ended.