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This must be the place: ‘I caught this ramblin’ fever long ago, when I first heard a lonesome whistle blow’

Hello from Niantic, Connecticut, along the Long Island Sound. The early July sunset this evening was filled with bright pink and purple hues. The faint scent of the Atlantic Ocean wafting through the cracked windows of this fine abode.  I found myself here after a six-hour-or-so drive from my folks’ farmhouse up near the Canadian […]

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