During my massage
New Age flute music
interrupted by crows' caws.
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- July 31: Blue Moon
- July 30: On the boat
- July 29: Night fog
- July 28: Monhegan House nocturne
- July 27: Focus
- July 26: Morning at the B&B
- July 25: White River
- July 24: Woodstock, VT
- July 23: Eau d'eau
- July 22: Farmers' Market
- July 21: Dampness
- July 20: A Summer Day
- July 19: Thunderstorm
- July 18: Quest
- July 17: Eagle Hill Institute, Shadbush berries
- July 16: Eagle Hill Institute, Bogs
- July 15: Eagle Hill Institute, Luna Moth
- July 14: Eagle Hill Institute, Moth dump
- July 13: Eagle Hill Institute, Field Work
- July 12: Eagle Hill Institute, Day One
- July 11: Tadpoles
- July 10: Today
- June 9: Seven o'clock and all's well
- July 8: Making hay
- July 7: Blueberry wine
- July 6: Massage
- July 5: Hike
- July 4: Under the pines
- July 3: Dessert
- July 2: Backyard, Summer
- July 1: Young crow
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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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