Susan Sandstrom Ellis
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Assateague Island
by Susan Sandstrom Ellis There were horses on the island and mosquitoes thick with rage. A thrumming rhythmic hymn, dissonant. Their bites quick, effective. The swelling and scratching immediate. As a girl I’d been caught once in a storm on the island. A mile of silver seagrass shimmered between the house and me. I stood… Continue reading
