If birds, he’d be a swift,
I’d be a waxwing.
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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.
Were I a swift, I'd fly rings around you waxwings.
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