Walking down an alley on my way to Bar Island, I encountered this posting. Maine’s early morning light both intensified moisture-induced wrinkles and cast a shadow over parts of the rust stained proclamation. This was just the beginning of a day trekking miles of shoreline, stopping often to appreciate nature. Among the many firsts I experienced: spotting a live starfish, holding a dead sea urchin, and crossing the sand bar to the adjoining island during low tide.
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