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Lifting the sea glass up to my eye, I watch the whole world chang: The far and near islands, the lobster boats in the bay, the summer cottages ringing the shore, even Mrs. Ellis's tiny American and Maine flags flapping in the wind beside her wharf turn hazy, cobalt blue.