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Warm memories of a November rain and woodcock
FEATHERS AND FINS When a sodden Hank Lyons stepped from a cover sloping away from the East Bucksport Road, the wind-whipped November rain struck him like a string of spent shot. Tucking his chin onto his chest, he squinted through the stream of water running… Read More
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