Surfacing

“Here is something I have hidden from you this whole time, something settled in the spaces between these words, something you have not been able to detect: I am not alone here.”

An essay from close to the beginning of Hallow This Ground, originally published in Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction and named a Notable Essay in Best American Essays. I travel to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan to see the bell of the Edmund Fitzgerald, which sank with all hands in 1975. Ghosts abound.

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