Tomorrow when I am less tired and more lucid, I shall recount some stories from the night ... the toothless bikie, the book thief, the queen of my heart and the quickening crowd ... for now, here are some photos.
Right before we began. Oh my.
The boys strummed Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald on uke and mandolin while we read short pieces from Salt Story.
Preparing ... freaking ... actually kind of okay ...
Publisher and poet
Me, some boats, Old Salt and Our Nicole
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