y’know, I really love living in Maine…

… and for a variety of reasons. The sky in Maine is wondrous; a rich shade of deep blue on clear summer days, yet invitingly close at night (the moon and stars seem closer somehow); the beaches, sand and rocky, connect one with the salt-water blood of the earth in a compelling way; the mountains rise majestically from the pine forests; the people are generally friendly and laid back, and will cut you a lot of slack if you’re a freak like me.

But mostly, I think it’s the foul-smelling, raging evil mutant wolf-beasts from hell that make me feel so at home here.

Just sayin’.

EDIT: this story is still growing….

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