“There are some things I'll never be able to tell you about Ironwood. Not just about what happened to us there, but what the island was to us, what it meant to grow symbiotically with a place that seemed to nurture and comfort us at every step. If I close my eyes I can trace its landscape with my fingers like the curve of a lover's back, and I feel something come alive under my skin. Then I open them again and the feeling is gone.”