he counts the laps
til he’s walked a mile
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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: Pink Moon
- March 30: Mist
- March 29: Loon
- March 28: Feather
- March 27: Eagle
- March 26: Finally, flowers
- March 25: Distraction
- March 24: Melting
- March 23: Mob
- March 22: Crocus
- March 21: Vernal Equinox
- March 20: Raven
- March 19: Departure
- March 18: Ocotillo
- March 17: Madera Canyon
- March 16: Box Canyon
- March 15: Cottonwoods
- March 14: Grasslands sunrise
- March 13: Saguaro NP
- March 12: Sabino Canyon
- March 11: Vermillion
- March 10: Lunch in Tucson
- March 9: Travel
- March 8: Snowdrop
- March 7: Winter travel
- March 6: Weather
- March 5: March is the cruelest month
- March 4: Classics
- March 3: Storm surge
- March 2: Worm Moon
- March 1: At the gym
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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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