In Wilson Wyatt’s own words: “The waterman’s boat materialized slowly, silently, almost ghost-like, through the fog, just beyond the shoreline grasses. I watched the waterman work his tongs skillfully to retrieve oysters from the shallows. It was like viewing a past tradition unchanged by present time.”
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