In Maine.

I arrived in Portland by train last night, alone.

I sat facing backwards to the forward motion of the train, and attempted to lose myself in the scenery.

Instead, I found myself in broken stanzas of poetry--

...mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely...~Adrienne Rich

A reminder that New England is not where I began.

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