This is the story of two best friends, fresh out of their first year at college, returning home to their small town in coastal Maine.
The photographs illustrate the landscape and community of young adults who live there.

“Clare and Georgia had talked about how dangerous the quarry was, how that was part of the appeal of swimming there, even though swimming was technically not allowed–the miners had left equipment at the bottom when it was filled in in the ‘70s and the water was deemed unsafe. Everyone in town knew that someone had died in there before and assumed someone would again. It made sense: there was what felt like a bottomless pit of cool water, scooped from the earth, flimsy chicken wire fences blocking off the old road on each side. It seemed foolishly reckless to assume that no one would drive down the old dirt road and then plummet into the massive hole, trapped like Mary Jo Kopechne. It seemed dizzyingly, thrillingly likely.”

— Short Story: Vivian Ewing

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