In an archaeology of imagination

It was a place meant to be worked by horses.

A covered bridge just down the hill.

Published by Jnana Hodson

In downsizing to a remote fishing village in Downeast Maine, this eclectic writer feels everything's coming together. View all posts by Jnana Hodson

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