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Seamus Heaney, the Irish poet, once said that place is not just landscape but ground that holds memory and identity. This essay makes the same point in its own way. Jamestown’s captains turned place into space when they stripped the Nansemonds’ sacred island of meaning. Shakespeare’s island in The Tempest lives when its characters recognize it as more than backdrop, as a presence that shapes their lives. Heaney would affirm this: place is where history and imagination root, where encounter happens, where we are called to belong. Worth reading to the end. - Thanks, Bryce: Your essay becomes quite a "place" in its own right!

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