I had the overwhelming sense that the threads of my life had permanently snarled together, a tangle of knots and frayed ends that sat between my throat and my heart, impossible to loosen one without tightening another.

I needed an escape. Out East. Out at Cape Spear, and the Cantwell Lighthouse.

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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