We can watch it roll in over the neighboring town of Lubec and move up the channel. Treat Island is about to be engulfed.
It often rides in on the tide, this time from the Canadian islands.
I’m getting used to hearing the foghorn, too.
“Another crappy day in Paradise,” as one wit has been heard to say on a gray, chilly, wet morning here.
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In downsizing to a remote fishing village in Downeast Maine, this eclectic writer feels everything's coming together.
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It’s lovely…my favourite kind of day.
I have this sound machine that’s an alarm, and I set my alarm for the foghorn…