I am nestled in the bosky dells along the banks of the placid summer Penobscot Bay, watching the sun color the water gold and listening to gulls and tree winds. Ity is most benign. I have been revisiting old haunts in the Boothbay Habah region which has had an odd effect on my mind, confusing the present differences with the ancient similarities that never change on the granite coast. Delightful reveries. Beasutiful summer weather.

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