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Dear Portland Maine, what’s with all the smoking?

Posted on October 21, 2011 by

I’m in the midst of my first genuine east-coast autumn in six years. So, feeling wistful and introspective and happy to be stuck in this weird little corner of the Northeast, I collected a few leaves and tried to draw … Continue reading →

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