holding hands
the city lit like Christmas
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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March
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- March 31: Phoebe
- March 30: Spring cleaning
- March 29: At least there was this
- March 28: Another grey morning
- March 27: Easter morning
- March 26: At the gym
- March 25: Old habits
- March 24: And now for some humor
- March 23: Before dawn
- March 22: Estate planning
- March 21: End of day
- March 20: Habitat
- March 19: Marsh Cottontail
- March 18: In their element
- March 17: Cypress swamp
- March 16: Anticipation
- March 15: Forcing spring
- March 14: Packing anxiety
- March 13: Trailing Arbutus
- March 12: Skunk cabbage
- March 11: Waxwings
- March 10: Snowdrops
- March 9: Neighors
- March 8: Ice-out
- March 7: Everything's connected
- March 6: Fable
- March 5: Crocus
- March 4: Mauve
- March 3: House Finch
- March 2: Civilization
- March 1: After the concert
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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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