Driving on 295 to Portland today for a Sea Dogs game. A good time had by all, and yet...
We didn't talk about
the roadside dead deer
but it haunted me all day.
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- 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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