Blurred view of Frenchman's Bay, while the photographer was sitting on a rock, eating a ham sandwich, and being lightly rained on.
Later the photographer returned to the land of wi-fi and discovered that her poem "The Maine Woods" had been published in the Maine Sunday Telegram. The poem is somewhat less blurry than this photo is.
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"I was never joyful, not for a moment,
but sometimes I was happy.
I begged the windblown trees to sweep the sky.
I coaxed the jays to scream their love."
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