Did you notice that in spite of taking place on the very same salt marsh, this is not Mary's Duck Dreams? Her blog was simply gorgeous, and it was profound. And it was out very far on an existential limb - Mary wrote that blog faithfully, dictating it to me towards the end - until hours before she died.
Anyway I'm mentioning it because even though I originally entered in the password she gave me, now I don't remember it and so I can't get under the hood. I'm going to start this winter on a project of indexing Mary's extensive archive of writings - sermons, blessings, poems, and more. If anyone has any ideas about how to extract the text at least from Duck Dreams, I'd love to know how........
The Salt Marsh in Early Autumn
