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“Blown from the dark hill hither to my door/ Three flakes, then four/ Arrive, then many more.”—Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Gaudete
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Chebeague, August
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a-costly-grace · 3 years
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In winter
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From the archives
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Collection
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The sky above the lake
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a certain slant of light
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Turkeys in snow
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On our way
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Linden
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November earth
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Autumn dew
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At the lake
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“However often I walk on them, these hills hold astonishment for me. There is no getting accustomed to them.”—Nan Shepherd
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A light in the forest
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A light in the forest
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