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2008-08-10 - 6:29 a.m.
maine, 2008
we flew in low over spartina and phragmites, shipping containers and train tracks. this isn't home anymore. it's where we change planes.
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playing candlepins, it always feels like it is raining outside, no matter what the weather. it has been raining all week long.a curtain of rain is sweeping across the lake. there's a hiss of rain on the surface of the water. we'll go hiking in the rain, and swimming, and then we'll play board games. i'll miss my family when we go back home.
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