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In response to rakkity’s crotchety comment: those hidden bays and forlorn islands are still there, we just hid from them. The outside was grey, cold and windy. I know, in our youth… .
View grayer image
In response to rakkity’s crotchety comment: those hidden bays and forlorn islands are still there, we just hid from them. The outside was grey, cold and windy. I know, in our youth… .
PiscesWoman
The ocean always breaths peace into me. It’s power, so enourmous and so present, reminds me that there is very little I can fix and that that is ok. Oh that I had a forlorn bay, gray or not, just a little closer!
rakkity
Ahh..a fresh breeze from Maine! Thanks for the picture. Even with the wires, it’s a pleasant view.
And it’s not as grey as Maryland–we’ve seen the sun only twice since Christmas (which makes me crotchety). And your Maine view is better than most of those Beth and I have had in Portland, Camden and Vinalhaven, where the islands were only ghosts in the mists.
— Not-so-crotchety rakkity