Burrows, again. I have no memory of how I got there, but I was undeniably on Burrows, a much more mountainous version of the same eerie little island. I came to myself on a high trail, just above the boarded-up Coast Guard boathouse. From there, I could see Dad in his boat, circling with no way to come pick me up. There's a little beach on that
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