at 6:45 this morning. I didn’t care because I was on my way to a workshop weekend. A long anticipated trip. As the boat rounded Rice’s Point, in the fog,
Bear Island appeared as if it were a watercolor backdrop.
The effect lasted only a moment.
at 6:45 this morning. I didn’t care because I was on my way to a workshop weekend. A long anticipated trip. As the boat rounded Rice’s Point, in the fog,
Bear Island appeared as if it were a watercolor backdrop.
The effect lasted only a moment.
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You are so lucky to live on an island! Just getting on and off it is always an adventure. Whenever I visit Peaks Island I always want to move there! I love the ferry and all the people carrying all manner of things to and fro.
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I agree Roberta. It has its limitations, but I feel lucky to live here almost all the time.
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