Ghost of snow
blows through the branches--
fleeting dreams of spring.
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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.
Nicely captured! It almost felt spring like today.
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