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Anya and I spent eight hours over the past two days in the car, travelling to and from the off-off-season Cape Cod. Ron Sexsmith's "Other Songs" seemed to keep popping into rotation in the cd player and I've decided he has the perfect winter voice. Slightly distant, as though he is singing by the ice-crusted sea, just behind the snowy dunes, yet wool blanket-warm. I don't know anything about Sexsmith, except he seems slightly cherubic in pictures and his last name is hard to say in the possessive form (see second sentence), but I'd like to meet him some day and tell him how much I like to listen to songs like "Strawberry Bond", while watching the snow being wind swept backwards and upside-down.
Provincetown was desolate and lovely because it was desolate. There were no stores open last night and only a few restaurants, but it was fun walking down Commercial street and seeing almost no one. I ate a stuffed quahog for lunch. Will someone please tell me the correct pronunciation of quahog?
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