crow flies with stolen bread--
the way our souls seek solace.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- November 30: Wood-stoves are lit
- November 29: Make a wish
- November 28: The Goldfinch, that lovely muted wint...
- November 27: Beech Hill
- November 26: Thanksgiving Day
- November 25: Frost Moon
- November 24: Almost full
- November 23: First snow
- November 22: Driving home from Vermont
- November 21: Night out with old friends
- November 20: Camel's Hump
- November 19: As I drive to Vermont
- November 18: Moon over Rockland
- November 17: Job training
- November 16: White as a gull's sunlit belly
- November 15: Safe
- November 14: After the terrorist attacks in Paris
- November 13: Meteorologist at Pecha Kucha
- November 12: Driving home in fog
- November 11: At the gym
- November 10: And he's smiling about it
- November 9: Open to winter
- November 8: Sunday afternoon, autumn leaves
- November 7: Heat
- November 6: Falling leaves
- November 5: Owl visitor
- November 4: Good hair day
- November 3: Sidewalks
- November 2: Day of the Dead
- November 1: Birding in Portland
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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