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The Lonely Loon

They were proud parents, a pair of loons, a silhouette in the blue sky, heads breaching the surface, the black and white pattern draped over their backs like a geometric blanket. And, every spring, these loons would glide by the point where I live, so close as to be swallowed by the shade from our…

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The two teenage boys dragged the faded green Old Town canoe through lily pads, luxurious with white and yellow flowers, until the canoe floated off the sandbar. This particular canoe, a descendent of the 19th century Old Town Maine heritage, had weathered numerous encounters with rocky shorelines, evidenced by bruised wooden gunnels and patches of…

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