Snowing in the pass--
in the old horse pasture
turkeys forage, unfazed.
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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.
I can just imagine those turkeys. Thanks for this.
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