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O c t O b e r 2 0 1 5 5 3 night so silent. Nothing stirred. Even the moon full round seemed not to wish to disturb the stillnessit seemed to be mov- ing slowly upwards as if on tiptoes mov- ing through a house of stillness at night when all inmates were fast asleep. All was so still the whiteness so lovelyThe hills were not hillsthey were something bathed in an untouchable spirit of lightthe line produced where this spirit met the sky spir- it was of rarest subtle beautyReally I never saw anything quite so beautifulI looked looked knew I was awake In 1927 she went alone to York Beach Roxana Robinson author of Georgia OKeeffe A Life shares. It was a difficult time for her as Stieglitz was deep in a rela- tionship with Dorothy Norman. This was painful for OKeeffe and she left. Stieglitz went to find her there the only time he ever visited the place. His race to Maine was made easier be- cause he was acquainted with Bennet and Marnie Schauffler and Bennets parents Charles and Florence Schauffler who ran the guest house where OKeeffe was stay- ing in todays geography near the Anchor- age Inn and the Sea Latch. Robinson de- scribes the view from the house as follows For Georgia the trip to Maine was a rev- elation. Standing at the edge of the Atlan- tic Ocean she felt again the bliss of a wide flat horizon the sense of boundlessness and solitude that she had valued in Texas. The house was set with a cranberry bog between it and the ocean with a boardwalk leading to the wide clean beach. The house pleased Georgia nearly empty spare and plain with good old rugs on the floors. Her own room looked out onto the ocean and the dawn. It held a big bed and a fireplace stacked with