Maine
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I Wanted to See What It Felt Like.
I am sorry for the lack of commas. I just wanted to see what it felt like. Continue reading
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Demands of the Gull
I was accosted while walking home from Flat Bread Pizza last night. The culprit was a three-pound herring gull intent on seeing what was in the left-over box. Slyly, I tore off a piece of crust and knelt down. I extended my arm, crust offered. The bird approached. I studied the beast as it cautiously… Continue reading
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Snow Under Boot
Maybe a walk in the woods should remain largely and exactly that: a walk in the woods. Continue reading
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Sunday Repost: Out of Ambivalence
Two weeks ago [original post, June 2010], Carole, Lucy, and I went north to Moosehead Lake for a few days of North Woods camping and canoeing. At one point, as the sun set and the stars emerged, I stood on the shore and looked across the lake. I was peering perhaps two miles across the water. I… Continue reading
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Sunday Repost: …the american dog tick…
…the words blood meal make me uneasy. Continue reading
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The Loon Remains
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.” Continue reading