Thirteen-year-old tomboy
posing in an orange grove.
I knew nothing.
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014
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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.