Excerpt from my :

There are plenty of ghosts in this town. Some go, others stay. Some, like the woman here, repeat and repeat their activities, like a looping film clip. Comfort knows the wife has come from her old home, and knows that she’s going to the rocky shore near the lighthouse, where she will fill her spectral pockets with shadowy duplicates of the stones at her feet, and then walk north until the top of her head disappears below the gray waters of Lake Ontario.

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