My Maine Space | June 18, 2014

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Dawn comes with the birds in the summer, who begin their daily chorus at 4:30 AM each day just like I do. However, the sun likes to take her time, drink her coffee, read the news as she wakes. Consequently, no matter where you find yourself in the world — field, mountain, river, or ocean — the wee hours become a hypnotic haze of fog, chirping melodies, and your own tired delusions.

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