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Ice

Ice. So inconvenient, yet so beautiful. Usually the Machias River sings a solo of snaps, crackles, and pops of ice moving out with the changing tide, but every sliver of grass, every rose bush, and every alder has joined in this week since being encased in a layer of thick ice. Maine’s weather is obnoxious, it’s fascinating, and it’s everyone’s […]