REVIEW POTPOURRI: Robert P. Tristram Coffin (continued)
by Peter Cates Robert P. Tristram Coffin continued Continuing the weekly series of paragraphs from Robert P. Tristram Coffin’s essay Kennebec Crystals: “Then a sharp blue wind came up out of the northwest, the mercury in the thermometers tumbled. The pines roared on into the dark, the stars snapped in the skies like sapphires. Good […]