Escape can be a thing of the mind, a displacement. It can mean a vacation to a far away paradise, or at the very least, travel to a kinder, friendlier place.
Escape can also be literal, to run from danger, to seek safety if life is threatened.
Which do these offer? And why? Only you know. Only you can guess the truth.
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This is where the Ogunquit River joins the sea. The sea is just out of view, because from here the river drops abruptly downward and in less than a quarter of a mile, is part of the marsh, then the Atlantic Ocean.
The house is built for all practical purposes in the river. I can’t imagine how the house keeps from being swept away during storms when the river must rise up over its banks.
To get to the river from the other bank, there’s nothing but a plank, and not a very secure plank at that. There must be another way to get there because I can’t imagine anyone willingly crossing over that white water on nothing more than a piece of sodden wood.